I let it fall, your wig,
and as it fell, I said oh well,
your career, it was dark,
and really close to being over
my album, was released, and outsold you in less than one week
your sales, they were weak, and your tour it was even weaker
there are no sides to you, you are flopping and flopping
everything you do, I eat up and destroy it,
and your next cd, it probably flop hard too
cause I set fire, to your faves, watched them fall, as I touched their face,
hit #1 and I took, the world, by my hands and shook it, oh I shook it
I set fire to your faves and I threw them to bubbling under
and I felt something die, and I knew that I ripped off their wig, their crusty wig...