There’s a rumble in my tummy,

And I ain’t tryna be funny,

But this grip that’s on my mind,

Is one big pain in the behind.

If you think you catch my drift,

And get that this stuff ain’t no myth,

Then you will know the cursed name,

Of this the source of all my pain.

Fear… anxiety… worry,

Is the cause for this lil’ rumblin’ in my tummy,

I don’t know more to do,

But point this gun and go kapew,

At all the voices in head,

But then I’d also end up dead,

So now I need an Option B,

To get me back to sanity,

Or I might go do something crazy,

Like adopt a Chinese baby, 

And name him something like Delroy,

Or maybe Tristan, maybe Troy.

Either way it’s clear to spot,

That I’ve already lost plot,

So now there’s nothing more to do,

But point this gun and go-