I don't know what you want. You and your silly stomp. You shave your malformed head. And wish that you were dead. And every single time. you blow your silly mind. With model airplane glue. I don't know who you are. I don't see any prose. You go and get a trick. Then get a pimply dick. And every time you wait. You have to masturbate. Oh it dont ring true. Wait don't stop. And now I'm done with this. And it's so vicious. You criticize my view. Then criticize my tunes. But there's just one thing. Its gonna make me sing. Oh i dont need you.