I can see the circumcision scar

You look like a guy who got picked on in the lunchroom and still didn't shut up.

I can see the circumcision scar, and I can tell you're still mad about that third grade joke.

You got that scar and still think you're the king of the school.

I can see the circumcision scar, and I bet you still remember the lunch lady who did it.

You got flayed in the 80s and still think you're cool.

That scar looks like it was carved by a angry goat.

I can see the circumcision scar, and I bet you still laugh at your own jokes.

You were the class clown and got flayed for it.

That scar looks like it was given by a teacher who hated your jokes.

I can see the circumcision scar and I know you still hate your mom for it.

You’re still bitter about getting flayed and you’re not going to shut up about it.

That scar’s been with you since 2002 and it still gets you mad.

I can see the circumcision scar and I know you still think you won the lottery.

You got flayed and still think you were the winner.

That scar is your reminder that you didn’t win the lottery.

I can see the circumcision scar and I know you still think you’re a king.

You got flayed and still think you’re royalty.

That scar is your crown and you’re still wearing it like a fool.