I'm the coolest motha****in' bastard,
And it took me some time to find,
A placing in first, second and third,
The prettiest bitch- a one of a kind.

She swept me,
She wet me,
This bitch- the prettiest around,
Had this motha****in' bastard here lookin' like a clown.

As the cold heart faded,
And warmness comes abound,
Flourished in loved,
But silence, without sound.

"Oh hell no!" she said,
"We're just good friends, nothing more and nothing less,"
And my heart went dead,
And pain inside my chest.

This is the love story,
Unrequited and bare,
Unmatched in spirit and body,
All he was, actually a spare.