Why do they laugh? Why do they think that they're better than others? They love to stare and with ridicule they smother. They think they're so big and bad and perfect as can be; well I got a reality check for them: they will never be free. Trapped in ignorant minds, trying so hard to find some poor soul to give them energy, both mentally and physically. And they never stop to think what would happen if we flipped the switch. They are full of jealousy and fear; they don't see and they don't hear. They call others geeks and loosers while leavin all the bruisers but if they would look in a mirror and see who's lookin back, they would know who's really wack. I laugh at them 'cause they're so dumb, their futures hold chaos like off beats on a drum. But you see, karma's a b***h so I leave it at that; they are the real loosers and they're bringing ugly back.
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