Weasel boy, you make me sick.
How can you be such a dick?
You remind me of a simple boy
When you make girls your only toy.
You live your life in a cruel way.
For my sake i wish you were gay.
You remind me of a shallow fool.
You're not a person, at best you're a tool.
You have no real social skills.
You only know how to make me ill.
Without your car you have no life.
Weasel boy, i wish i had a knife.
Weasel boy, you make me sick.
Can't understand why you're such a dick.
You think it's fun to poke about
All over me with your hands and mouth.
All you care about is getting some.
Weasel boy, you'll never come
To know what real people are like.
So go to the store, get some cigarettes on your bike.
Go to 7-11 and eat your twinkies.
Go hang in the square and steal from spanky's.
A social climber is all you've become.
Weasel boy, i wish i had as much fun.
Weasel boy, you make me sick.
Can't understand why you're such a dick.
And i think you'll grow up to be a pedophile.
The thought warms me inside and it makes me smile.
So, weasel boy, go on high to school.
Weasel boy i wish i were as cool
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