prick!
Plenty on my mind
Got me feeling sick
Who do you think you are
You annoying prick
The name of your perfume is entitlement
So you think you're great
You're incredible
The stray rats on the street
Think you're edible
Now open up wide
It's feeding time
Go ahead and run your stupid mouth like a little child
And go cry to your mama cause you wince and whine
It seems like you stopped growing up when you were five
You poor and scared thing
What is happening to you
Such an easy world for your tiny mind
Your ambitions are too low
Can you reach that high
Don't you dare and put your blame on me
Cause this is your reality
You poor and scared thing
What is happening to you
Come as you may
Don't you ever think about the things you say
Leave where they lay
I'm so sick and tired of this game you play
You're sick and rotten to the core, prick
Full of shit like all your pores, prick
Wipe up your tears off the floor, prick
Don't hit yourself with the door, prick
Or maybe you should
I see right through you
You're a prick, wow who knew
So sick of you
Go ahead and run your stupid mouth like a little child
And go cry to your mama cause you wince and whine
It seems like you stopped growing up when you were five
You poor and scared thing
What is happening to you
Such an easy world for your tiny mind
Your ambitions are too low
Can you reach that high
Don't you dare and put your blame on me
Cause this is your reality
You poor and scared thing
What is happening to you
Shut up you stupid prick
Got me feeling sick
Who do you think you are
You annoying prick
The name of your perfume is entitlement
So you think you're great
You're incredible
The stray rats on the street
Think you're edible
Now open up wide
It's feeding time
Go ahead and run your stupid mouth like a little child
And go cry to your mama cause you wince and whine
It seems like you stopped growing up when you were five
You poor and scared thing
What is happening to you
Such an easy world for your tiny mind
Your ambitions are too low
Can you reach that high
Don't you dare and put your blame on me
Cause this is your reality
You poor and scared thing
What is happening to you
Come as you may
Don't you ever think about the things you say
Leave where they lay
I'm so sick and tired of this game you play
You're sick and rotten to the core, prick
Full of shit like all your pores, prick
Wipe up your tears off the floor, prick
Don't hit yourself with the door, prick
Or maybe you should
I see right through you
You're a prick, wow who knew
So sick of you
Go ahead and run your stupid mouth like a little child
And go cry to your mama cause you wince and whine
It seems like you stopped growing up when you were five
You poor and scared thing
What is happening to you
Such an easy world for your tiny mind
Your ambitions are too low
Can you reach that high
Don't you dare and put your blame on me
Cause this is your reality
You poor and scared thing
What is happening to you
Shut up you stupid prick
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Writer(s): Conny Zhu
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