You stupid little boy/girl groups annoy me and tick me off
With your dancing videos and cheesy clothes you jerk-offs
This should give me more time but I find myself instead
Finding out which one of you is the queer or lez
The dude with shaved legs the chick that can’t sing
But has the big boobs stands at the back does nothing
“oh” I think I’m starting to harass, my hands are on her ass
But fuck it, yeah you homos, butt fuck it
Dissing queers and lezers is wrong, but I love it
This aint the drugs talking I’m all clean
I’ll weight lift ya and rupture your spleen
You can call me a wanker for being clean and jerking
You tell me, is this arm workout working
Sounds like you’re slurping, all I hear is burbing
You’re lurking, and then in second my patience is wearin
Thin, then it’s got me smirking, oh god not again, amen,
Is this an omen, oh man signs of things to come
Like some put up a sign of glitter in a day car room
“Vrooom vrooom” that’s my chainsaw you don’t believe me
“Vrennnn Vrennnn” just what aint see, he
Is more famous than me, but at least I’m original
You’re the reason why us guys are so cynical
I don’t need anyone to tell me how good I am
Now agent to show the whole world that I’m
Worth every penny, at least in my mind
You can call my work shit but I won’t turn my spine
Back in the days when singing was a talent
Now everybody thinks that they’ve got it but they haven’t
Missing the days when real music was emerging
Now it’s all full of people less deserving but
There’s a change in the industry, the industry, the industry
This change is an injury, an injury, an injury (x2)
I better do the earth a favour, and kill you right now
How’s that for flavour, you wanna fuck with me I’ll take any takers
Strangers, haters bring all your neighbours, the more the merrier
They’re aint no barrier, and fuck the artists that don’t write or know what they singing
That defies the whole fucking point and meaning
These days all we hear typical clichés, said before but rephrased
In different ways and they get praised, people faces get ablazed
“One of these days” I’m a set this place ablaze, and block the fire escapes
Ending people’s days, I fucking hate these wannabes
Sing the song don’t know the lyrics, what the fuck is this a gimmick
There all fucking little mimics, they make me feel bulimic
Now wait a minute, as luck would have it, I got a scalpel in my pocket
Let me stick it in your gullet and make you vomit
I am rude but I’m not gullit, now watch me take this bullet
And stick it in your anus backwards, tell-u-b suna in pain
Trust me I play no games, which one of the backstreet boys is gay
Trick question, which one of the backstreet boys is straight
In years to come you’ll all wanna be ridin my dick
Even though right now ya all giving me stick
You guys, get of my antidisestablishmentarianism
“Ha”, more like get off my floccinaucinihilipilification
Buts that’s unimportant and so god damn irrelevant
Yeah that’s right I went and copied that segment
Of Eminem Don’t argue men, no need for arguments
this is not what I meant or what I meant to vent
But just admit, you are unfit to challenge me you have no wit
So just come to grips with it, you better be gone are or
I will snap spinal cord, so you won’t be back no more
(hook)
Your lyrics are genius, unbelievable believe me
Your message is true and it really gets through to me
Bullshit, I’ll have you on all fours till your saying
Oh baby, baby it’s Friday, Friday “may day may day”
There’s another shit artist singing already
And what the fuck “swagger jagger”
Someone please go find me a dagger
So I can this little bitch into pieces
Metaphorically of course no needed for polices
“Don’t pay attention to what he says, he’s just angry cause he don’t believe I Jesus”
Fuck you guys can’t you just leave us
With the real bands, who appreciate they’re fans
Who have written songs which they can count on both hands
Who perform on stands and worth all the wrist bands
Wrist watches, house full of empty tiffany boxes
Xbox’s making millions like the rest of the fucking wining X-factors
Showing the public what voice you need to be famous
If that’s the case they would be no Elvis,
The Beatles, Elton John, Bob Dylan or the Jimi Hendrix
I don’t say these things cause I think I’m Jealous
Why would I want to be anything like JLS,
To the hell with this, send this crisis to abyss
“OopS” Didn’t mean to break your balls, have one of mine of course
So you can go and suck my dick because my nut is yours.
(hook)
thanks guys.
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