IRC-Galleria

Why do you look at me when you hate me
Why should I look at you when you make me hate you to
I sense a smell of retribution in the air
I don't even understand why the fuck you even care
And I don't need your jealousy yeah
Why drag me down in your misery

You got your bitches with
The silicone injections
Crystal meth and yeast infections
Bleached blond hair,
Collagen lip projections
Who are you to criticize my intentions
Got your subtle manipulative devices
Just like you I got my vices

And that goes for all you punks in the press
That want to start shit by printin' lies instead of the things we said
What you pissed off 'cause your dad gets more pussy than you?
Fuck you

You be rippin' off the fuckin' kids
While they be payin' their hard earned money to read about the bands
They want to know about
Printin' lies startin' controversy

You wanta antagonize me
Antagonize me motherfucker
Get in the ring motherfucker
And I'll kick your bitchy little ass
Punk