Now Fortunato, you know that’s not the truth

I’m a ****ing star living in the prime of his youth

while you, broken, bald and pathetic

I’m guessing your still living in your mom’s attic

you think that I’m the one

who ****s a junkie ****

I can do better then her

but even she won’t suck your male reproductive organ

your the lowest of the low

that’s the word on the street

and I hear you spend all your time

beating your meat

that’s all for now

I’m temporarily through

go back to your attic

I’m done with you.