Lyrics:

Popularity, what is it made of? How does a person get to be popular with lots of people and have a few close friends too? Let's watch and see what makes people like one person and not another

Wipe the mud from my eyes
I got blood on my stripes
From the cuts on my thighs
Drop a blunt in my eyes
Said I dropped a blunt in my eyes
Dropped a blunt in my eyes

Dead boy I’m so cold
No blood in my veins
Dead boy in the snow
I was born in the rain
I was called a disgrace
I could not feel my face
Bitch just wanna be platonic
Sorry bitch I go catatonic
Red dot head shots and the bodies gon drop
Fuck a opp hear the shot gun cocked at the cops
I don’t like you whores I don’t fuck with thots
Six shot pop safe unlock for a bott red hot
Undead christ with my fucking neck sliced
Plate on gutter with fucking dead mice
Tarantula demon with the red eyes
Psychosis I’m dreaming I watch her neck cry

Jenny thinks she has the key to popularity, parking in cars with the boys at night. When Jerry brags about taking Jenny out. He learns she dates all the boys, and he feels less important. What about Jenny, does that make her really popular? Do the boys and girls like her? Is she welcome to join this group?

She feeding me some of her bones
I wonder when I will go home
They shooting shots right at my boat
I got some big racks right on me
I got some big racks right on me
I got some big racks right on me
I got some big racks right on me
I got some big racks right on me
I got some big racks right on me
I got some big racks right on me
I got some big racks right on me

Read and weep
I don't need to sleep
Cause Early in the morn I yawn
Until dawn battle brawn
Gotta couple habits
If I ask u better have it
Swerving thru traffic
Causing havoc
Known I' ma manic
I get very scary
When the sinch gets very hairy
I am up to nothing but
Something's up
And I just rolled up to your mansion
Had some bitches dirty dancing
Like I was Charlie Manson
Cut up the block like I'm Freddy Kruger
I like watching fat bitches fighting over food

No, girls that park in cars are not really popular. Not even the boys they park with, not when they meet at school or elsewhere

Cover cuts with a bracelet
Psych ward I’m embracing
My chains are a noose
A slave to my words
My pain my abuse
My password is you
Carve my arm with your face
Astronaut, die in space
I sit back, and erase
Lapse into lean, these mistakes
Got old friends, parents to hate
I cried I was worthless
On Christmas I weren’t shit
Only friends in the new city burned me
Burn city I stay behind the curtain
I’m a werewolf when I’m off a percy
I’m a vampire smoking on the mercury
Drop top coming out water looking murky
Used to cater now these motherfuckers gonna serve me