Bish whet??
 

I deserve more metals than magnets you frickin' faggots
I'm so diplomatic I write ti'll my wrist is shattered
Pickin maggots from dead corpses just sit'n laughin
Aristocratic as I spin the fabric of this world we know
They say you reap what you sow but you sow what you reap
My lyrics are a synonym for emo kids they cuttin deep
Humpin sheep is the closest thing y'all cum to beef
My gun in reach, killin everybody who loves Justin biebs

You're puppets; weak.

You can't imagine half the stuff I seen