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You got new messages. 'Yo, fuck Scene Kidz man they can't fucking rap they're all fucking poseurs, man. Fuck SK. They tryin' to be like Hollywood Undead. [rambling]' Here's what they yap about 'Well, y'know, you guys are like totally like the rejected Hollywood Undead. What is this? I mean, maners these days? Screamo and rap? What the fuck. You guys suck.' Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh-huh) You crazy jealous fucks (Uh-oh) Seems like you're running out of things to say And yes our CD costs 5 bucks (Uh-huh) You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh-oh) Seems like we're not Cool enough these days I'm not gonna sit and be emo about it, I mean God damn we fuckin rockers No doubt about it, right? You wanna autograph? FUCK YOU! You were talkin' shit last time I talked to you On Myspace Of all places Half these fuckers don't even show their real faces Dim the lit too Dim the acne Do what you do to make yourself happy When you talk shit I really do care Letras de cancionesI stay up all night Hugging my teddy bear Not I don't give a fuck Keep sending hate mail Oh my god, do you really care that fucking much! ? Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh- huh) You crazy jealous fucks (Uh-oh) Seems like you're running out of things to say And yes our CD costs 5 bucks (Uh-huh) You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh-oh) Seems like we're not Cool enough these days Send the hate mail S- send the hate mail You can try to make us quit But I bet you fail Keep giving mar far when all the records fail Bitch you ain't gonna stop us So just quit picking on us kid 'Cause no matter what you do We'll still be the same crew And um... yeah, yeah I love the HU But we don't look like them We don't sound like them I mean c'mon The Rejected Hollywood Undead? Temper, temper! You better watch that shit here Take your meds, bitch And if you haven't found out by now Spank, your other SK, Don't give a shit Get the fuck up off my nuts (Uh- huh) You crazy jealous fucks (Uh-oh) Seems like you're running out of things to say And yes our CD costs 5 bucks (Uh-huh) You'll get it if you're in luck (Uh-oh) Seems like we're not Cool enough these days First off let me say I'm a fucking girl, dude How you gonna say that we sound like HU? Don't be mad you can't do like we do The music that you try to make sounds like poo-poo. Hollywood Undead rocks my socks But we're not them So you can just fuck off! Yeeeeeah. Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. Here we go. Here we go. Here we go.Oh jeeze, put that in your pocket. Hater. Fuck you guys. Bitches. You suck. Fuck you anyways. Fuck off. (Thanks to Lindsey for these lyrics) From Letras Mania