TGIF cause the stress ends soon   Got your friends on your couch & your disc rocking tunes   As you stand with your band in a room that is strewn   With Zeus juice, froot loops and old yoo hoos   Rounds of hi 5's and cries of "Yeah, dude!"   Smoking cigarettes and sipping witches brew   It's kid tested, mom approved   To make your Jimmy swagger like the duke   Dressed in your best threads for club lagoon   They got teeny bikinis with real pontoons   Out the door & down the avenue   The shit's getting ill like repute      Enter the strobe light exit harvest moon   Greet throngs of paragons with your own platoon   They bet you to step to this one that's cute   She stands with her man hope he's chicken like Perdue   If belligerence were affluence you'd be tycoon   Try to overthrow the prince and start the coup   But he's grown nuts like cashew so he must be introduced   To your best friend your best man and new right shoe   Brutes execute like John Wilkes Boothe   Controlled by choke holds, low blows and broken tooth   Fists bring the pain rain like monsoon   Split the scene before you get the boot      You're the kinda guy who thinks that life is simply passing you   That last gasp is grasping you. Heard that last laugh get laughed at you.   Is it coming true what your friends said in the last seats in backa you   No they're wrong. Like the way George Bush spoke Sadaam at you   Assess the damages and cast off those tags that the bullied branded you   You're just disenchanted with Nasdaq like that cat back in Atlanta was   Yet you still have the will to deal with the deck that's been handed you   You be the outcast who outlast those old fears that panicked you   And now we have you on your way back from your first crack at Pamela   She'll become the better half of you. Just hope the rest of the night pass without somebody slamming you      Now your crews acting rude stupid talk being spewed   Going off half cocked with twice the attitude   Young fools acting sick wanta kick like kung fu   Watched too much Bruce Lee, Jet Li and John Woo   Limbo how low will you stoop   The sickness of fitfulness spreads like the flu   Run with the wolf pack attack the chicken coop   Flexin on the next kid who you run into   Laughing while you turn his ass black and blue   Pounce and bounce him into icu   Hop a train or a taxi head home like pigeons do   Smile as you greet the morning dew