Stupid fever, stupid cold
Go away, and die with the mold.
I hate your taste, I hate your face
You're so stupid, you make me grimace.
My appetite has gone
And my face is forlorn.
I can't work
I hate you, you mother-fucking jerk.
Rot in hell!
I won't be cursed under your spell.
Fuck you, fuck you
I think I'm gonna be sick (boo-hoo).
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