Why?

This site is my journal, but I treat it like a urinal

Metaphorically piss in it until its yellow like Homer

but I feel like I hit one, a home run

In a battle whenever I know that I won

But when my vote is low I feel like my dome's done

Cant they see I'm hot like I got my own sun?

What the fucks the point? Light another joint,

Maybe I should call it quits, this is all just shit

My balls are to the wall but the walls in a pit

I try to climb up, but every time I fall and trip

Nah this world is perverted, its all inverted

This is all worded so I can be sure that I rock

Consider my audience, call me the cyclops

I do this for Nohbdy! Ah shit hand me the eyedrops...

I'll cut you fools like caltrops, but if I get kicked like a can

I'll always know that I still got one fan