don't like my attitude-- fine
don't like my music--- okay
don't like my style, well that's mine
and you don't know me anyway
don't like my hood, i accept that
don't like the way that i talk
can't stand the song when i'm dancing
sorry if i set you up
you've probably got a million reasons
why think that i'm such a bitch
but you got me all wrong, but you got me all wrong all wrong
i'm ruthless when i have to be my apathy i don't deny it
but you got me all wrong, but you got me all wrong all wrong
Here's a friendly goodbye
5,6,7
Ain't that a "b" with an itch
Ain't that a mother trucker
You can go to h-e-double hockey sticks
And f yourself
Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn sick
Of all the "s" words you put me through
So f-u