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I was striking suave, ambitious
Feet to beak, so birdi-licious
Now I'm vile, I am villainous, and vicious, oh and malicious
I had it all, my own novel, money too
I was tall, over four foot two
But then they went and got a little she-devil to fill my shoes
That's why I am so evil why I do what I do
He was a superstar
So young and vital
He's nasty
A Club Penguinian Idol
He's a suspicious bird
Who said that about me?
A very vicious bird
I'll have you rotisseried!
I'm a feathery freak
With a beak
A bird murderer
You think you're badder than me
I never heard of ya
I'm evil
I fill your bedsheets with ruffles
I blow up people
And I blame on puffles
It was him
He's a nasty bird
I'm invincible
He's nasty
I'm unminceable
I'm un-washable
Un-rinseable
Like an abandoned school
I have no principle
All of you naive penguins
All 80 million 'guins
I'll tell you what I'm going to do
I'm going to make you
An Angry Bird too