I dislike you, the bastard, the prick, the man thing, toy boy with no dick. I dislike you penis boy and all the crap that you sing about and all the shit that you bring about when you strut the ego and give me stuff to shout about. I dislike you, love taker, messing with my life, spirit breaker, you\'re a lier, a faker, a trouble maker.

I cant remember where I went during the time I spent inside your head and in your bed, listening to all you said, worshipping every dent of this body you lent to me rent free…or so I thought, but with you I could not see what I\'d bought into \'till it was too late and now I\'m in no state to hate or berate this boy, to slate this man toy who makes me blue…so I dislike you.