I still remember what you did
The simple things you said
You’re not impress
Are you ready to confess?
A month ago I read your piece
Queen of damnation is the title
I try to understand little by little
But all I see is nothing but thrash
Even your writing just for cash
I don't give a sh&t
Every time I spit
Be ready to quit
The last piece that I read again
My Helen of troy
Every phrase has no soul
All I see is nothing but to impress
Is that really your passion?
Maybe it’s just your illusion
I don’t consider you as a writer
You’re nothing but a pretender
Better start hiding you f#*:ing loser
Cuz the one they called terror is coming
The simple things you said
You’re not impress
Are you ready to confess?
A month ago I read your piece
Queen of damnation is the title
I try to understand little by little
But all I see is nothing but thrash
Even your writing just for cash
I don't give a sh&t
Every time I spit
Be ready to quit
The last piece that I read again
My Helen of troy
Every phrase has no soul
All I see is nothing but to impress
Is that really your passion?
Maybe it’s just your illusion
I don’t consider you as a writer
You’re nothing but a pretender
Better start hiding you f#*:ing loser
Cuz the one they called terror is coming