I am so happy that Peter left you Like a revelation that came true You dont deserve the kind hearted people That help you, your so ugly and evil Only caring about yourself You dont need help Only thing you need Is a guilty plea You have an entourage of pieces of shit They recognize the smell of their fit And follow like a bunch of dumb cronies Wanting to be your gay sex ponies Your a talentless, conceited, inflated loser That only got by b/c of whats in your trouser How many times have you been bought? Go fucken rot
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