You were playing with other peoples’ iPods,
Acting like the DJ, and I know you thought
The Music Master drives the tunes,
Gets the girls, is so cool, makes all the love,
But what you should understand is:
Shut the fuck up with the music you want to play, and
Give the girls the songs they want to dance to,
Because I want to watch them dance and sway,
And you don’t want to find yourself tied up, bruised, and bloody,
Waiting for the day I stop mouth-fucking your face.

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