I've seen your type before
And I'll see it a thousand times more
It's people like you I'm glad to see go
So let me walk you through the goddamn door
You think you're the it but you ain't shit
You're nothing but a two bit hypocrite
You think your hot stuff
And you think you're tough
But wearing Doc Marten's just ain't enough
Just shut your trap I'm sick of your crap
Another word from you and I might just snap
You think you're hardcore but where were you before?
Were you busy breakdancing on the foor?
You laughed at me way back when
And now you want to be my friend
You laughed at me way back when
So I don't want to be your friend