I'm Sam, you see, I like the way I be Even though they all make fun of me My nipples tickle and my body hurts So please don't touch me you'll only make it worse I'm scared; I'm shy; I'm only sixteen And it kinda sucks that I can't be mean I stay inside so I'm really white But I wouldn't change me, I think I'm alright My hair is long, I'm really tall I'm only a fourth of an inch shorter than Alex He just likes to be a butt. No me gusta Alex, y usted es gordo. (Claro que no.) Just kidding. Yo I'm Alex and I'm taller than Sam I'm a pale lanky kid, and I drive a white van I like cruisin' with the Pale Force and pumpin' the bass Yo, chill out bro, 'cause this ain't a race I got blonde hair on the top of my head Before one o'clock you can find me in bed I'm a creature of the night, I hate the sunlight When it's dark outside my thoughts will take flight And- Ah! Sam! (shawty) Touching me, why is Sam touching me? (shawty) I don't know. Do you want me to just jump back in? (shawty) Alright Twin Falls now, but it won't stop here Gotta move onto college and pick a career Lotsa places to go and lotsa people to meet But for now the Pale Force is rockin' these streets Yo my name is Skyler, but you can call me Danger I'm definitely pale so I'm a true player I wear beanies on my head and Tevas on my feet I like to keep it real so now listen to me speak Morning Sun is the place I call my home With Pale Force, these are the streets I roll It started out with Define three years ago But now that's gone, so Pale Force here we go You can find me bumpin' Paint it Black, Holding Back As long as it's my favorite track You will never ever find me drinking beer I'm not straight edge, but that's a good idear Now I'll leave you with this final note: I don't want your mixtape; I don't care if you're broke Your fame didn't come from your talent or your skill It came from your friends who live up on the hill Everyone knows that my first name is Hayden I like Matchbox 20, but not Iron Maiden I'm only seventeen; I've never been arrested We like to tell Sam he's gonna be molested Getting kinda chubby; way too out of shape I drink too much love, my favorite Crush is grape Still pretty young; I don't have a wifey I'd rather read The Shinning than get highfy I hit the snooze six times before noon Dress up for the man gotta get a job soon Wish life was good, now I could have a greeter Could be Mr. Walmart, could be Peter Got too many shoes; Vans, Reeboks, and Nikes I'm all over the map, Swiper wants to swipe me I'm Jordan Breen, not torn at the seams I mix frickin weird beats, and other things I don't need dough, I don't roll with the hoes Because I'm not a frickin bro Enjoy this track tax free Just thank me for my courtesy The Condensed Version rockin' this song I haven't even started yet so just hold on It's occurred to me that this is easy Don't take much talent to be Weezy Auto-tune's a frickin joke It takes one click for a beautiful throat So please thank me for my gift to you Listen to these tracks just made for few And you'll be kinda creeped out.

Now class, today we'll be learning about parabolas chorus: Stacey Behrens We hate it in this class You suck at teaching math Stacey Behrens Your name is for a girl You make me wanna hurl The flickering light and the bland floor All I think of is the door Animosity fills this familiar place His empty soul this empty place The crew-cut hair and the crooked teeth Oh how this man thinks he can teach The seconds tick, how much can I bare Of the crooked teeth and the crew-cut hair? (chorus) Every day in this dungeon my world goes bleak Putting up with your rules and your breath that reeks Have you ever heard of an undershirt? Seeing your nipples make my eyes hurt You know what else hurts? It's my mind Sleeping and drawing to pass the time My blank stare as you watch from their With your crooked teeth and your crew-cut hair All these children squirm and writhe Your breathe smells worse than moldy cheese Sit here watching your elbows dry All I ask is why oh why Bad with kids? Surely put Date in highschool? We called whoop Crusty eyebrows and bloodshot eyes You just add to this demise It's time to turn in your assignments. What? You didn't do the homework? Well, why not? Fat belly hanging out over your pants I try to pay attention but I can't Your obnoxious voice drives me insane Your austere class everything is lame Stupid mustache and beady eyes Everything about you I despise This may be disrespectful, but it's true For everything you are we all hate you (chorus)

Hey welcome back now Alex is here Bumpin' to this freaky beat that will fry your ears J's made these sounds that will blow your brain We make music for fun, not for the fame 'cause if you're in it for the cash man, that ain't right You should do it for the soundwaves not the stuff to buy We like it pleasant for the ears, this isn't for the eye Wait sit back down I'll shed some light You won't catch Pale Force in a tanning bed 'cause we hear skin cancer can make ya dead Leather skin, brand names, and alcohol You may think you're cool now but all you'll do is fall Right now we're chillin' in the 208 I'm always singing along and always pumpin' the bass We're making music and enjoying the sound We'll blow the fuse we own this town We like the place, don't think I don't Just don't like your views shoved down our throats We're here, we're pale looking for a fight Get ready, this beat's gonna drop like oh Chorus: So I sat back down and I made this sound And believe me it'll last a couple of rounds 'cause I'm sick and tired of the same out shi And I hope that the reason you're listening in Is to see what a couple people can make You can do this kind of thing without being Drake I've defied the laws of gravity So you'll sit back down and you'll watch me lead I came and I saw that the music was flawed So I sat back down and I took the job To manage the music, and I got to it Take this to your ears and shove this shi right through it I'm in your head now; I'm behind your brow Fixing loose connections and delivering the sound It's just natural to be amazed To see how I created this insatiable craze Tally ho, Mr. Bro, I've kicked your ass to the road 'cause all there is now is my show I've cranked this cd out in a matter of weeks 100% originality You can't take this shiz too lightly 'cause it'll be hotter than Keira Knightley I've been out of the picture for way too long So I'll express my thoughts and ideas in this song Punk rock keeps me out of way from the flow My ambition for the music is about to grow So take a second and step out of line Hold on for a minute this will blow your mind (chorus x2)

Uno, dos, tres, quatro I'm getting freaky I'm getting deaky Sitting up here in this club drinking Tiki Punch Take off my shirt My nipples hurt They've been up here getting chaffed drinking tiki eating frankfurters, ugh Popped collars Or shirt off? Sweaty headbands And flip flops Step on their toes They get pissed off But no one knows 'cause it's really frickin dark Tan skin Plaid shorts Take his hand And let yourself go forth I'm talking trashing I'm talking feisty I'm talking spicy But not too spicy 'cause that's kinda gay It's getting nasty It's getting reeky Smells of feces fills the air 'cause I pooped my pants This place is bumpin' People are humpin' I keep getting freaky stairs 'cause I'm dancing like an antelope uh-huh What's that smell? Smells like crap This kinda sucks I stained my tux It's a rental But that's okay 'cause they played Cotton-Eyed Joe for the fiftieth time today uh Bad things Onion rings I'll have you my way Burger King Sitting down Not a sound I hate this song It's really bad Now we're sitting here in this club The beat's got me shakin' up Now the dance floor's getting hot Time to take my shirt off Take it off

TFPF up in this B No one sees what we all see Drivin' and hidin' and slippin' and slidin' No one knows the battles we've all been fightin' Crashin' all the pads Destroyin' all the fads Showin' and teachin' those ignorant lads Not part of one specific crew For that is not what we wanna do Now I find myself in this place Not dotin' on myself your disgrace If only we could try To take the time Surround yourself with treasures you will find Graduated now I shall find my sound I'm one with the dogs I'm part of the hounds My mind's open wide There's stubble on my face You'll find I'm not someone you can replace I'll say I find my way Couldn't hope for a brighter day Vivid image, color, and sound 1 vs. 1 we've won this round Now it's my turn to light it up and burn So take a seat 'cause it's time to learn About the Pale Force kids rocking this small town We're kings of the castle We share the crown Ignorant peasants sharing narrow views of homophobia and racism It's nothing new So here we come to shed some light Inform the masses that they're not right We avoid the norm and we won't conform To the changing trends that make you transform Into something new each passing week A future like that to me sounds bleak I don't mean to complain because my life is great Always cruising with friends and always staying out late Good friends good home what more can you ask for With eyes open wide this world's mine to explore Everybody knows where everybody goes Raise up your hands and go against the flow I carry lots of things that are of worth I go to church in my tie and shirt A spin kick two-step and mongo-stomp The curb is what I'll make you chomp I stand and spit my freaking verse That beat or that hat I don't know what's worse We know our rhyme's are hit and miss We're freaky pale kids I bet you won't expect this