Grumpy Cat Birthday

A cake, you got us a cake? Gee, you didn’t have to do that, Tim Tim! Thanks a lot, Tim Tim!

My names not even tim, its robert

Robert’s got a quick hand, he’ll look around the room, he won’t tell you his plan. He’s got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth, he’s the cowboy kid, yeah, found a six shooter gun, in his dad’s closet, oh in a box of fun things, I don’t even know whaaaat, but he’s comin for you, yeah he’s comin for you

LMAOOOOO

All the other kids, with the pumped up kicks, you’d better run, better run, outrun my gun, all the other kids, with the pumped up kicks, you’d better run, better run, faster then my bullet, all the other kids, with the pumped up kicks, you’d better run, better run, outrun my gun, all the other kids, with the pumped up kicks, you’d better run, better run, faster then my bullet. Daddy works a long day, he be comin’ home late, and he’s comin’ home late, and he’s bringing me a supriiise, cus dinner’s in the kitchen, and it’s packed in ice, I’ve waiiited for a long time, with the slight of my hand and a quick pull trigger, I reason with my cigarette, and say, “Your hair’s on fire, you must’ve lost your wits, yeah.”