We're Still Songtext

Peace to Thirsten Howl, Akinyele and Wordsworth,
My mother smoked crack, I had a premature birth
I'm just a nerve purse with badly disturbed nerves
You wanna be the one to step up and get served first
99% of aliens prefer Earth
Come here to rule the planet, startin' with your turf
I hid a secret message inside of a word search
With smeared letters, runnin together in blured spurts
Hang with male shovenest pigs and perverts
who point water pistols at women and squirt shirts