Tragic, a million artists apply who made trash shit
A hundred-million vouchers so they class it
All I know you've shown is that's your only passion
Far from the only reason that you're basic
Whiter than a pack of vanilla wafers
You're basic, mad shit
I can feel a battle in my stomach acid

Vomit!
Vomit!
Vomit!
Vomit!
Vomit!

Sleazy, you're a boner with a camera creepy
Shooting at girls 'cause you know it's easy
Stripping down to nothing 'cause you know it's pleasing
The shriveled dick hiding in your breeches
You're a real man now that you've reached this
Level of success, these girls are leeches
Sucking on your dick 'cause I know they need that
But you're famous (but you're famous)
Getting great with some shitty face-lift
A Mona Lisa with a pair of fake tits

Vomit!
Vomit!
Vomit!
Vomit!
Vomit!
Vomit!
Vomit!
Vomit!
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Vomit!
Vomit!
Vomit!
Vomit!
Vomit!