Do you think that you are better than others? Oh, you must be consider yourself a superstar! Think that you have made so much. Well look at yourself,you sell your music as a prostitute girl sells her body. You are so all in so show business, performing in front of a crowd of people and sing nonsense songs. your business is about money, not about music. Wake up, you're a nobody!
Most of all you want to sell yourself! People like you burn in hell by them-self. How does the person of that kind Calls with troubles in her mind, Sold, corrupted as sweat walker too? So what? Do you a dirty hooker? You do!
You said I'm nothing, you're a thing. You thing you're god and I'm a rebel. You wanna hear a doorbell ring, In now day you, you'll hear it never! Your songs are dumber than that one, The dumbest I have ever write. Your show business almost done, But money always worth for fight.
What about rhythm? Damn it damn it! What about melody? Damn it damn! What about sense? Taste it taste it! Your music business is about it.
What about rhythm? Damn it damn it! What about melody? Damn it damn! What about sense? Taste it taste it! Your music business is about it.
I don't need to prove you anything, I don't wanna be like you! Can I stop that begging yelling? Сause you as dirty as a hookers, yes you do!