"Chip"
I heard them first
I own their name
I’m so immature
Not to mention – LAME
I walk around with
A mean spirited face opposite
My shoulder, and perched, it sits
My attitude, my reasoning, my chip
I know so much
I’m ever so tough
I’m older and wiser
I could be nicer
But it wouldn’t fit my style
Punk rebel juvenile
Tremendous, horrendous, stupendous
Rich b**** snitch witch
Underneath lies the heat
The total reason why I’m not appeasing you
