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YOU THINK YOU FUCKING KNOW ME SO WHAT'S YOUR FUCKING GAME AND YOU THINK THAT YOUR JUST LIKE ME BUT WE'LL NEVER BE THE SAME
YOU'RE FUCKED AGAIN, YOU'RE SHIT OUTTA LUCK YOU STUPID CUNT YOU'RE FUCKED AGAIN, YOU'VE FOUND YOURSELF WITHOUT A FRIEND
GET YOURSELF A CREDIT CARD AND BUY YOURSELF A LIFE YOU HAPLESS PIECE OF DOG SHIT OR END IT WITH THE KNIFE
YOU'RE FUCKED AGAIN, YOU'RE SHIT OUTTA LUCK YOU STUPID CUNT YOU'RE FUCKED AGAIN, YOU'VE FOUND YOURSELF WITHOUT A FRIEND
SO WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING NOW, WHAT'S YOUR FUCKING PLAN NOW THAT YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING AND DONE EVERYTHING YOU CAN YOUR LANDLORD HAS KICKED YOU OUT YOUR HOUSE YOUR GIRLFRIEND HAS LEFT AS WELL YOU'VE GOT NEEDLES HANGING OUT YOUR ARMS YOUR LIFE'S A LIVING HELL MAYBE THINGS WOULD HAVE WORKED OUT A LOT BETTER IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH A FUCKING CUNT
I'LL HAVE YOU FOR FUCKING BREAKFAST FOR SUPPER AND DINNER TOO I'LL KNOCK YOUR FUCKING TEETH OUT AND BEAT YOU BLACK AND BLUE
YOU'RE FUCKED AGAIN, YOU'RE SHIT OUTTA LUCK YOU STUPID CUNT YOU'RE FUCKED AGAIN, YOU'VE FOUND YOURSELF WITHOUT A FRIEND