In West Vancouver born and raised
On the tinychat rooms I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all showing some tits to see old men drool
When a couple of guys, who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom held a speech
And said "You're going up yo room now and drink some more bleach"
I started doing drugs while slitting my wrist
while people texted "be an hero, it's all that we insist"
If anything I felt the razor gave me pleasure
But I couldn't carry on, I couldn't stand the pressure
I got fed up of one little hater
And I yelled to the bullies "Yo, cunts smell you later!"
I sighed to myself, I had nowhere to go
so I pulled out some clorox and became an hero.