Who the fuck do you think you are Some kind of superstar You get off on talking behind my back Now that I've heard what you said, you've incured my wrath You've built yourself up But I'm gonna knock ya down Your friends respect ya But soon you'll be in the ground I'm ready to face you But can you face me? I don't think so I'm gonna kick you, hurt you, and fuck you up And I won't stop even though you've had enough As the blood stains your face and clothes Everyone knows Your not the man you are said to be Everyone knows the champion is me You've built yourself up But I'm gonna knock ya down Your friends respect ya But soon you'll be in the ground
Reason for writing:
Written for an asshole I despise.
Birth sign: Aries
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