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Published on Feb 9, 2012
(YES, it's a joke)
Don't give me sass, man, don't give that me that sass...
I see you walking in designer jeans, They aren't posh I saw them at "Ardene's". Turn the corner, and there you are, You roll your eyes, give me a snarl. You think because you act like that, I'll just stand here and take that crap (Listen up now) You got your lovely football man, Who loves you and your spray on tan. Good for you, I don't really care, Go on and gossip, you need to share. All you got are your so called friends, What happens when high school ends? (Work it out now) Go on keep dancing while you can, So you don't end up size 2 + 10. I'll eat all the food I want, and walk by you just to flaunt. You'll be ugly, and I'll be rich, and I'll be you'll still be a b*tch.
I'll tell you the whole point of this, it's not to hate you or even to diss. It's to get my point across, and cause maybe a little chaos. So at the end of this song, Feel free to tell me why I'm wrong. You have this need for constant turmoil (I bet you don't know what that means...)
Da-da-da-doo-dum, da, you're dumb! He-he-ha-ha, oh my god...