
Originally Posted by
King Wiired
I dont need to see you, i can see your eyes through your words crook,
I can read what you're thinking, like your name is face-book.
Bebo or Twitter; basically you're a funny critter
I'll keep showing you my glitter til finally you'll admit a quitter
'cause look trick, i can happily say i'm sicker then vomit
You're just a dry heave, don't even get anything from it
I can tell it's true, 8 lines will do, and hate will come from you
But though I've got no problem with Bono, I sure hate U2 (you too).
p.s im a genius.