My problem

Verse 1
Every f**king morning there's another empty cup
Standing on the side, but I won't clear it up
It's my room, it's my mess, why should you intrude
And what'cha mean that purple stain is looking kinda crude?

Chorus
HEY
HEY
WOOOAAARGH

Verse 2
I like my room this way it's far more interesting
Especially the mould on that ancent chicken wing
I would call it messy it's my easy filing rack
But if you ever enter please avoid the puddles of sick