At the beginning of this day,
knowing it's my fisrt play,
I woke up wanting to growl,
get out on my fools prowl,
straighten suckers out with a howl.
I feel like being just as mean,
as the faces facing seen.

But I won't allow this attitude,
it's the easiest inferior mood.
I even growled at me in the mirror,
knowing what's going on in the interior.
Down inside I know anger,
all I have to do is point a finger.
Wherever it lands pointed,
an evil face catches annointed.

The evil mean ones can't hide,
it even shows in their hypo stride.
Walking around they'll bump,
get in your vehicle they'll thump.
At work they'll try everything,
resorting to almost anything.

I'm just like them in my understanding,
but I don't allow my monsters granding.
I use my mean side to be stronger good,
knowing any blinking second I could.
Controlling the mean side counts to me,
so much that I never let it run free.

Let your mean pitbull go,
he'll bite anything he do & don't know.
He's best kept in a cage,
it's better for control
of rage.

Owwww!

G