| Half assed for most his life | |
| Done nothing but stand | |
| Just big cause he's so small so | |
| No one will give him a hand | |
| The kinda guy that would steal your cast | |
| And buy a burning house | |
| Then call you up and invite you in | |
| And jerk you off with a sandpaper hand | |
| I'd leave him physically crippled | |
| Without a leg to stand | |
| I'd throw that trash away | |
| Because a runt like that is piss in the wind | |
| My fist would be the decider | |
| I wasn't raised a fool | |
| I'd stomp his ass for free | |
| Because a punk like that is piss in the wind | |
| Piss in the wind | |
| A go-getter who ain't got none | |
| A legend in his mind | |
| Always the one to invite himself | |
| And then just left behind | |
| Someone must of clipped his balls | |
| Or wiped his ass of his life | |
| A self centered procrastinator | |
| Attention seeker who's got nothing at all | |
| I'd leave him physically crippled | |
| Without a leg to stand | |
| I'd throw that trash away | |
| Because a runt like that is piss in the wind | |
| My fist would be the decider | |
| I wasn't raised a fool | |
| I'd stomp his ass for free | |
| Because a punk like that is piss in the wind |