Nick, you wish I was you, then you would be me,
An' we all know I got everythin' on thee,
Why would I wan' be an Amerifag?
Everythin' about you makes me gag,
Your country, your face, your rhymes, your style,
It's like, dude, you're beat, sit down for a while.
What's this? The Wiired has come out to play?
It's a shame his Bolton can't do it the Liverpool way,
3-0 at home, 2-0 away,
We've won it 5 times, you can't even say,
So go join your bum boy on your death day.
I'll walk away, holding the crown,
Let's face it, we all know I'm down,
I just won and I'll do it again and again,
If you keep comin' back, I'll make you insane.