Dead Celebrity Status The Throwaway Kids

We sleep under a full moon swallowing full spoons of pain

While they hide we dance in the rain

We are not perfect

We are not glamorous

We are not Hiltons

We are not Kardashians

We are anti-gag with our hands tied tight around our backs

While Bush bombed Iraq

When Obama killed Osama

We refused to clap

Cause America’s a terrorist too

Tit for tat

We are filthy poor

The opposite of Jersey Shore

So fuck Snooky and a stylist ugh

We are not commodities

We are bleeding hearts

Trapped inside of these circling sharks

We are the apocalypse

Standing in the dark

With white lights and fame

The opposite of ark

So clap for the anonymous

Cheer for the unlikely

Let the fucking world know

Who you might be

We are, we are

The young and innocents

We’ve come, we’ve come

To burn down your bridge

We are, we are

The lost but magnificent

We are, we are

The throwaway kids

We shadow dancing to Marilyn Manson

Screaming “Fuck the world!”

Like it’s a national anthem

We are not popular

We are not praised

We are not 50’s

We are not Kanyes

We are icons without the glamour and glitz

Like Heidi from the hills and the plastic tits

So while the president fucks you

The rich get rich

And try to paint me as an anarchist

666

You made me a Demon

So I’m aiming and squeezing

Enjoying the pain and the bleeding

Fuck the prom Queen

Fuck being beautiful

We are not Lohans

We are the unusual

The undisputable

Misfits, lights out

Raise by the Cain now it’s aim at the white house

Clap for the invisible

March with the phantoms

Rise up with the throwaway anthem

We are, we are

The young and innocent

We’ve come, we’ve come

To burn down your bridge

We are, we are

The lost but magnificent

We are, we are

The throwaway kids

Never really fit in

Never really tried to

Flyer then a pilot, but never had the sky view

Bottom floor poor with a knack for being lied to

Painted face wasteland

The opposite of Graceland

Singing in the symphony of silence

Defiance sleeping with the wolves

And dancing with the lions

Inner city riots burning down the tyrants

Juggalos and misfits

Tackling the giants

Ah, oh, ooh ooh

Ah, oh, ooh ooh

Do we own the night?

Ohohohoho, ooh ooh

Ah, oh, ooh ooh

But are the kids alright

So let’s, let’s

Get it, get it,

On, on

Spit it, spit it

Out, out

Let them hear you shout

Let the hear you sing

We are, we are

The young and innocent

We’ve come, we’ve come

To burn down your bridge

We are, we are

The lost but magnificent

We are, we are

The throwaway kids

We are, we are

The young and innocent

We’ve come, we’ve come

To burn down your bridge

We are, we are

The lost but magnificent

We are, we are

The throwaway kids

Dead Celebrity Status Shut It Down

[Chorus: x2]

Walk into to my cage

Watch me shut, shut, shut it down

We step on stage

And we shut, shut, shut it down

You feel my rage

When we shut, shut, shut it down

I love the pain

I ain’t fazed

Give me one more round

I show no mercy cause I’m verbally indifferent

Raps my octagon I’m just searching for submissions

A caged lion rhyming with a purpose of inflicting pain

Cause freestyle or written I’m insane

The way I jot psychotic but so is my logic

That’s why I rap like I’m gouging a eye socket

I’m just a natural with a scratch match gas flow

Johnny Cash middle finger up

Fuck a rap show

Control like Castro

Leave em hooked like crack

Cocaine get in your brain

Like psychology, Maslow

Michael Jackson bad flow

Pedophile style mean

I don’t look at age when I’m destroying your child

I take em 8 to 80

Dumb crippled and crazy

Whoever stands in front of me

Lil Wayne and Jay-Z

So fuck how you rate me

Or how you feel verbally

Cause personally

I never heard of you

But you heard of me

[Chorus: x2]

Walk into to my cage

Watch me shut shut shut it down

We step on stage

And we shut shut shut it down

You feel my rage

When we shut shut shut it down

I love the pain

I ain’t fazed

Give me one more round

The dead’ll haunt you

So trying to run is like Big Pun

Trying rap with a punctured lung

You lack the spine or back

It takes to face me

Cause vocals are like chock holds

On the old voice [?]

Lately I’ve been out for blood

That’s why I spit

Like I ain’t got nothing else to love

My heart beats & ticks

While yours sleeps & skips

It’s a dog eat dog world

Ask Michael Vick

I’m like lyrically massive

My writings exciting

Like Steve Nash’s passes

Like different rhyming in foreign accents

My actions capture the moment like photographic flashes

Of Kardashian asses

This is gridlock king of the dot

Lyrically blacked out

Punch like a John Jones

When I make the beat tapout

Gas out, max out

Bleeding on the canvas

Welcome to the madness

Of Dead Celebrity Status

[Chorus: x2]

Walk into to my cage

Watch me shut shut shut it down

We step on stage

And we shut shut shut it down

You feel my rage

When we shut shut shut it down

I love the pain

I ain’t fazed

Give me one more round

Dead Celebrity Status Erica

[Bobby] Dear Erica, I would cherish you more than life itself.

[Yas] Wait, no you wouldn’t.-

[Bobby] Don’t Listen to him, he only cares about himself.-

[Yas] alright –

[Bobby] See I would be there through thick and thin,

in sickness and in health, from beginning to end.

You gotta decide, me or him, Erica, tell me I’m curious.

[Yas] Bobby, I didn’t mean to cut you off but are you really being serious?

You sound delirious, I can’t believe I’m hearing this,

Erica’s my girl, she always has been, period.

She hates you, what makes you think she would date you?

You got a new girl, like every week, at least I’m faithful.

[Bobby] Erica, take my advice, like how long have you known me?

I know Yas, he’s the kind that’d leave you stranded and lonely.

Why are you lying to me?

So don’t come crying to me.

When your alone, on your own,

remember I am just me,

and all I want is a chance,

but you can’t make up your mind.

– Erica please.

[Joss Stone]

I was happy at the time,

never knowing who was mine.

Now I hear your heart is broken.

– Erica please.

[Joss Stone]

I was happy at the time,

never knowing who was mine.

Now I hear your heart is broken.

[Bobby] Hold up, wait a minute,

I ain’t afraid of commitment, but Yas is,

trust me, he’d be gone in an instant.

[Yas] Bobby’s obsessive, he sleeps next to your pictures.

Now, let me go get Justin to cry you one more river.

– Cry me a river.

And he ain’t big on pleasing but he acts like he mastered it.

I heard two minutes and he’s sexually inadequate.

[Bobby] Okay, Yas, he’s a loser, and I don’t see the attraction,

all those pickup lines he uses, he read ’em in the last Maxim.

And ask him about how he likes to flirt with strangers.

He’d drop you in a second to watch the Indiana Pacers.

[Yas] Bobby, come on, you and Erica are dead wrong,

you’d have better luck hooking up with Stifler’s Mom.

[Bobby] Listen, Erica’s my soulmate, my fate, my world,

so get that through your head and go chase some other girl.

[Yas] Now Erica’s my dream, my Billie Jean, my life.

Now is it him or is it me? You shouldn’t have to think twice.

[Joss Stone]

I was happy at the time,

never knowing who was mine.

Now I hear your heart is broken.

– Erica please.

I was happy at the time,

never knowing who was mine.

Now I hear your heart is broken.

[Yas] Yo, you need to – pay me a listen, and -uh- follow my vision,

and -uh- stop playing mind games and make a decision.

[Bobby] Listen up, Erica, this whole charade feels senseless.

Never knew a girl could come between friendships.

[Joss Stone]

I never meant for this to grow so far,

I’m waiting to find out who you are.

[Bobby] Erica the beautiful

[Yas] slash dangerous,

[Bobby] slash hateful,

[Yas] slash painful,

[Bobby] she’s my dark angel

[Yas] oh what a tangled web she weaves,

[Bobby] truly mine,

[Yas] truly yours,

– Erica please.

[Joss Stone]

I was happy at the time,

never knowing who was mine.

Now I hear your heart is broken.

– Erica please.

I was happy at the time,

never knowing who was mine.

Now I hear your heart is broken.

Broken.

Broken.

Broken.

Dead Celebrity Status Them

I remember the old me

The one that was hesitant and simple

Afraid, tolerant and invisible

Only notice when I was at the end of a punchline or a punch

And punchlines hurt more

With a bruised identity and a shattered perception of who I was

I confined myself to a carousel

A merry go round, that was less merry and more toxic

A systematic awkwardness

A discomfort in disconnect with salvation

A punishment deserved

A loneliness inherited because I did not fit in with them

I lingered in a constant nightmare

Sleepwalking my days away

Helplessly, hopelessly, Horrified

An inperfection waiting for surgical hands to reach down and Lipo suck my existence

From a world that had ridiculed and booby trapped me into an empty shell of worthlessness

When will it stop

I remember the day I stopped trying to figure out who I was

And instead I asked the question

“Why do they hate me?”

Because hate is conveniently fueled by fear

And fear is a much easier emotion than courage

So why are they scared of me?

Why did I not fit in, with them?

Armed with poison tip tongues they released the stockpile of venomous delusions and hatred

Freak, weirdo, faggot, loser, misfit, different they howled

But you see

My lexicon does not succumb to your meaningless ignorance and lack of originality

My shoulders have carried the weight of a thousand voiceless screams

So I stand here before you and say

“Do your worst”

Words are wind and your weapon of choice will no longer control me

You will no longer render me inferior

So while they dwell in that pitiful superficial cave

The flames of the roaring fire dance upon the wall

They remain mentally shackled

Possessed by the puppet shadows, projected before them

Distorted vibrations cocooned by the unaware

Cookie cutter personality with hollowed minds

For that is their reality

They tried to confine me to the night (ha ha)

But I like the taste of the dark

And as I looked through the cracks in the wall an untangled the cobwebs of thought

I finally know who I am

I will no longer be backhanded or backstabbed

I can no longer backpaddle and blackout

I will no longer stand still and fear the worse

I’ve got a fettish for destruction and an appetit for creativity

Razerbladed teardrops trickle down and slice my face into puddles of emotional distress and actualization

I will no longer be tormented by illusion that being different is being wrong

A throwaway kid they called me

And a throwaway kid I am

No longer empty and alone

Finally happy

That I will never fit in, with them

Dead Celebrity Status Messiah

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

I’m the messiah, I’m anti-celebrity,

I’m anti-war like John Lennon in the seventies.

Dead celeb’s the movement, you’re the students.

It’s time to change the world kids.

Here’s the blueprint.

Something smells like teen spirit,

Like the ghost of Kurt Kobain wrote these lyrics,

And forced America to listen,

With a million angry misfits screaming “fuck the system! “.

I’m the pain in Axle Rose’s diary.

That’s why an Appetite for Destruction lives inside of me.

I’m not your typical lyricist.

Acting gangster and selling out appearances.

They need to take a musicology class,

So thank God the prince has finally come back.

To save us from the whack water down three sideshow.

I’m the anti-American teen Idol.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

I’m like the hands of Michael Jackson’s plastic surgeon,

Changing music into a different person.

I took it’s face and changed it, replaced it,

Surgically, verbally gave it a face-lift.

And what’s this new shit we callin’ Blood Music,

For Dead Celeb fans who can relate to it.

-And now.

So let the games begin.

You either turn with the world, or you watch it spin.

If your dreams were stolen by a liar,

Then steal it back, like your name was “Winona Ryder”.

Don’t be afraid, be stronger divide and conquer.

Come out swinging like “Ozzfest” concerts.

Time’s up, I’m calling you to rise up.

No more walking blind with eyes shut.

Find the message hidden in these chapters.

Like Black Sabbath records playing backwards.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

I fight for this like it’s a violent game.

I’m in between Grand Theft Auto and Max Payne.

I’m the magic in the hands of David Blaine.

Spit so much blood, I leave this microphone stained.

Along came a spider spinning webs of hated.

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment,

Where stars are born and celebrities tell lies.

The revolution will now be televised.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

-Move.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

-Move.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

-Move.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

-Move.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at,

Fuck you.

Dead Celebrity Status Someone I Once Knew

She wasn’t born anorexic, but nowadays she suffers,

Staring at these half-naked stars on magazine covers.

Feeling pressured by the public.

She only weighs 90 pounds but still sucks in her stomach.

On the inside she’s dieing, lying to herself, thinking:

– 5 more pounds won’t jeopardize my health.

One day she might just collapse, she can’t avoid it.

Too many sleepless nights spent bent over a toilet.

Spewing vomit, like she was an alcoholic.

Praying to a God she never believed in to stop it.

Hasn’t eaten in weeks, drinks water by the heaps.

Now she looks like the skeleton she sees in her closet.

So close to death she can taste it, body looks wasted.

Hates life, hates you, hates the way she looks naked.

Now she’s feeling drowsy, lousy,

Thinking maybe this world’s better off without me

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

She’s staring at her belly, she’s so scared to touch it,

Imagining the feeling when it kicks inside her stomach.

Too late for safe sex, should have used a latex.

She can’t afford a baby on minimum wage paychecks.

Her waistline climbs by inches,

‘Cause she traded in the morning workouts for morning sickness.

Feeling nauseous, sleeps on her back cause she’s cautious.

Give life or take life, that’s her only options.

Only if she had a magic wand, she’d go back to that night

And put her clothes back on.

But she can’t change time, or what’s growing inside.

How could she love something that’s barely alive?

Her body’s aching, shaking, from sweaty palms, and cold sweat.

Mentally exhausting like phone sex.

No regrets, life or death, it’s high stakes.

‘Cause right or wrong, it’s only her choice to make.

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

[Side]

– Help!

[Girl:] You smell like perfume. That’s NOT mine.

[Guy:] Your head’s going fucking crazy, Your head is going crazy.

Gotta get outta here and look after myself.

[Girl:] What? What’s so wrong with me that you can’t love me?

[Guy:] Look-

[Girl:] What is wrong with me? I do everything for you.

I, I, I make myself look good, I go to the gym.

I, I eat like a fucking rabbit.

I don’t, I don’t know what else to do.

Tell me.

[Guy:] Baby, you don’t understand because-

[Girl:] What it is I have to do to make you love me.

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

Dead Celebrity Status Back To ’88

I could make a earth shake, I’m your worst mistake,

between skinny dipping and Camp Crystal Lake.

I feel like Rob Zombie, my thoughts are morbid,

like I slept in his house of a thousand corpses.

Put on a page, could shatter a giant’s ribcage,

crush you and anyone that listen’s to rage,

a vision of rage, it’s like swimming with great whites.

slain mics, step up and feel the break tight.

I always like to show some decency,

but music always brings out the beast in me.

It’s an animalistic misfit, so why risk it?

‘cuz this shit will leave a large imprint.

It’s an instant classic, if not then it’s close to it.

You disagree then you don’t know music.

Most emcees that garble when it’s time to write,

they got nothing to say, like a deaf man with writers block.

It’s an animalistic so fuck what your friends think.

I work wonders with the pen’s ink.

So what’s a quote from your favourite artist?

If it aint Dead Celeb then it’s probably garbage.

Long time coming, 15 years in the making,

it’s finally come, but my lungs are acheing.

Watch how I make the beat bleed,

strangle the music ’till it can’t breathe.

On it’s whole, words are the life support.

Without me the song dies. Without me then it’s lifeless.

Without me I’m just another fucking rapper with a crisis,

and a collection of songs about being rich.

Life’s a big chain, it pushed you in the only which it ### thought containment.

We call it entertainment and you could love it or hate it.

You could turn it up, or turn it off, or just embrace it.

There’s just too many stakes to regard it, all of them.

And they are starving and they feed off of music.

Walking zombies who choose to follow,

yeah some can spit, but most swallow.

I was always told that Rabbit seized the moment.

That’s why I write with emotion.

Sing ’til i spit blood, sing for the hopeless,

sing ’til my lungs give out, and my throat closes.

That’s just my ambition, to turn heads like a street magician.

David Blaine stopped paying attention.

It’s the main attraction, the world premier.

Dead Celeb I thought I made it perfectly clear,

that i would not back down or stumble.

I just pace, back and forth, like a lion inside of a jungle.

This is my domain me and a mic go together,

like Robert Downey Junior and cocaine.

I’m just an addict, I got a bad habit,

of making the best emcees seem below average.

I’m just savage. I’m more than you bargain for.

That’s why I hold the mic up into my arm and soar.

Lyrics are swarming I’m more than a hurricane,

and when I’m on it I’m more than a great white shark.

When I’m storming I’m ###.

And I don’t like any of these rappers causing me boredom.

I kick a hole in the speaker once I’m done recording.

And my voice cuts sooner, cuts a chainsaw in Texas.

I got a face and it’s fatal weapons.

Watch me rip the flesh from the beat

Skin it alive and hang a song from his feet.

‘cuz inside I’m dark and dingy,

like Donnie Darko was trapped within me.

I’m starving like the streets of Harlem.

and a quest that became with a ring like golem.

My precious, we need you, quick.

We need you like Dead Celebrity’s Blood Music.

And I’m a scriptling direct from hell.

I’m hungry like when cannabis first battled Darnel.

I’ve come to rock down, you rock as my pumps.

I take this to new heights like suicide jumps.

You only live once, ### hunts.

And I get bloody, like it’s the time of the month, bitch.

For those that can’t spell, it’s Y-A-S,

the most dangerous letters in the alphabet.

‘cuz facing me is like speaking English in Thailand,

there’s really no point, like blindfolding a blind man.

DCS are the initials, for kids who got issues,

for kids who fight back like pitbulls.

You wanna battle? Check my win column.

I got two middle fingers with your name written on them. What?!

Dead Celebrity Status Blood Music

Listen

My pen bleeds words all over empty pages.

It’s blood music, lick your thumbs and skim through it.

I’d bleed a thousand times if I had to.

Scratch and claw my way to the top.

It’s like every verse is worth a penny for my thought,

and I haven’t been paid yet, guess I’ll just stay in debt.

Baby, step my way through this bullshit business.

I’ll kick and scream until this world listens.

That’s why I write till my hand hurts.

Make music for the love of it, but always put my fans first.

Spill my guts, every time I write shit,

so you can lick my two nuts if you don’t like.

Some people hate it, some anticipate it.

Some think it’s so-so, others think it’s over-rated.

But Dead Celeb is something I hold sacred.

Waiting for the day I can say I finally made it.

So many try for this, some live some die for this.

so many with nothing the same, somebody please take me away.

So many try for this, some live some die for this.

so many with nothing the same, somebody please take me away.

My pen drips blood until the page is red.

That’s why I fill up on my thoughts until my brain is fed.

And all I need is to get get get ’em out.

So many thoughts, I need to spit spit spit ’em out.

‘Cuz music is blood, something I can’t live without.

‘Cuz it’s raised me, it’s changed me, it’s made me.

Until my last breath is wrung from my lungs,

I climb my way to the top until my dieing day comes.

And if it comes sooner than expected,

I’ll make a graceful exit and leave my last words on my own record.

And I been told life’s full of obstacles,

but I’ve encountered roadblocks that just seem impossible.

And I’m ‘a kick down this door if they don’t let me in.

Music is my medicine, these fans are my adrenaline.

My feet are dirty from all the shit I keep stepping in.

Music is blood, blood is oxygen, breathe it in.

So many try for this, some live some die for this.

so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.

So many try for this, some live some die for this.

so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.

When you can feel it in your skin, it’s blood music.

When you just can’t hold it in, it’s blood music.

When you just gotta let it out, it’s blood music.

When you wanna show the world what you’re about, it’s blood music.

That’s why I use it for therapeutic reasons.

Is it me talking or is the music bleeding?

It helps put me to sleep when I need it to.

You might not believe in it, but it believes in you.

When you can feel it in your gut, it’s blood music.

You feel like you’ve finally had enough, it’s blood music.

When you would rather die than give up, it’s blood music.

When you do it, and do it for the love, it’s blood music.

Music is my blood, lyrics are my skeleton.

My music is a drug ‘cuz I feed the beat heroine.

It’s just the vibe that I’m on.

Shoot up a lyric filled syringe and overdose to my own song.

So many try for this, some live some die for this.

so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.

So many try for this, some live some die for this.

so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.

[Scratching]

Dead Celebrity Status 5 Deadly Fingers

(Heavy mixing through-out)

Next to step up.

All the fuckers that know who’s the best, know me

Alotta liars are telling a lie cuz they know it’ll destroy or self destruct.

Allow me to introduce myself and my peeps. DCS.

Who bringing the records here doubt.

I know who you are, you’re Dopey

Dead Celebrity Status While I Was Asleep

Thought everything was perfect, but now I’m left deserted.

red handed, caught cheating, my hearts beating. Do I deserve this?

I used to love her, but now I wanna watch her suffer.

It makes me sick to my stomach thinking she sleeps with others.

I wanna break her pictures. I wanna burn her pictures.

Everything we had was wrong and now I’m glad it’s gone with her.

She was a liar, denying that things were alright.

but meanwhile, she was up fucking him all night.

And all the things that she said, are now stuck in my head.

I’m such an idiot, to let you crawl back in my bed.

Those phone numbers in your back pocket weren’t mine,

so fuck you both don’t act like it’s the first time.

[Female]

While you were sleeping, I was out creeping.

Said I went out with friends, but i was cheating.

When you were at home, I was at his home.

Slept in his bed, you slept alone.

We used to be together, thought it would be forever.

Until she turned around and ripped my heart right through my sweater.

How come you’re so ungrateful. How come this feels so painful.

You’re not so perfect, was it worth it to be so unfaithful

How could i be so naive? Sometimes I’m too trusting.

She sleeps with me and then she sleeps with him it’s so disgusting.

Touching other people’s property, obviously you’re down with O.P.P.

That makes your nature naughty.

Everything she ever told me was a fucking lie.

Everything she ever did was with some other guy.

We should have never hooked up, thought you were one of a kind.

You wanna act like a slut? Then do it on your own time.

[Female]

While you were sleeping, I was out creeping.

Said I went out with friends, but i was cheating.

When you were at home, I was at his home.

Slept in his bed, you slept alone.

I never knew it could hurt like this.

I dedicate this to you, you bitch.

I never knew it could hurt like this.

I dedicate this to you, you bitch.

Oh my God I never knew love was so fatal.

She makes Paris Hilton looks like a fucking angel

That backstabbing bitch, what happened made me sick.

It’s the same story, different author, man, the same old shit.

I want a perfect girl, it’s not a perfect world,

’cause she’s a superstar gold-digging type of girl.

my dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well.

And let me tell you that you make my life a, living hell.

I’m living well without you, I doubt you, will ever really see

the amount of trash you amount to.

She’s a partial lover, undercover, no class.

So take in these three minutes and and shove them up your stupid ass.

I hope you’re smart enough to learn from your dumb mistakes.

’cause if not, you’ll learn the hard way when the condom breaks.

I never knew it could hurt like this.

I dedicate this to you, you bitch

I never knew it could hurt like this

I dedicate this to you, you bitch.