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I can’t believe the shit you say

Blind accusations and hearsay

Wound so tight, full of spite

You cling to any scene like a parasite

You lead a witch hunt

A publicity stunt

To inflate your ego

Importance placebo

Pretentious clown

Attention hound

You make me sick

I’ve got a bone to pick, with you

I should feel sorry for you

So vacant headed, nothing better to do

When will your tirade end?

When you’ve burned all your bridges and you have no friends

Just stay at home, leave us alone

You make me sick, I’ve got a bone to pick