From the depths
Of the brain
A stream of cussing I can't refrain
Violent breath
Mental curse
Go from normal straight to terse
People laugh
Faces scowl
Words are blue and very foul
Spittle flies
Chin is wet
Goddamn motherf*ck—Tourette’s
They say I’m not to f*cking blame
I am profane but not insane
Motherf*cker, tit, c*cksucker
sh*t, p*ss, f*ck, c*nt
Start to talk
Foot in mouth
Conversation going south
People wince
At what is said
Out come words like ass-f*ck-head
Little kids
Learn new words
I smile big but flip the bird
Screaming fits
Are what they get
Goddamn motherf*ck—Tourette’s
They say I’m not to f*cking blame
I am profane but not insane
Motherf*cker, tit, c*cksucker
sh*t, p*ss, f*ck, c*nt
f*ck you