You haven't cleaned your face up and
The world you despise
You're repelling people
And you're attracting flies
With your toothless smiles
And your stinky farts
Feel the feces drying on your filthy ass
With your clothes in tatters
And the dirty bird splatters
Don't your hygiene matter?
Damn you're poor!
You smelly bums
You haven't washed today
Nor washed last night
Now the dirt is flaking
From your hide
And your pissing in public's not polite
You better keep your winkie out of sight
Smell like you rolled 'round in a dung pile
From a diseased ox
There is some kind of fungus growing
In your dirty sox
You smelly bums