The death of Pop Pt1...(Die Britney Die)
By Night lord
You have a perfect body, Always shaking your hips, and licking your perfect lips. Men everywhere adore you, are you proud Your dances electrifying the crowd. Your body sells your music, you are pathetic. Everytime I hear one of your songs I puke. How does it feel to know that Your entire life is a fluke. Without your body you wouldn't have a career. You are nothing more than a she-devil. A siren without a song, Truly can you be happy living a lie. Your music is worthless you should die. Jsut admit it britney, As good as you look, you can't compare, You can't cmpare to my Jayme who's so fair. You need to just do everyone a favor and die. Bound to society not your own life. You live by others aren't they tired of you. Believe me Britney do yourself a, Favor and just DIE, DIE, DIE. Written November 15th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2001 02:55 AM PST, Michael Jason Tester 0 • 1
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