hey you. yes, YOU.

if you're not here, i pray you chance upon my blog and read these words.

damn you basketful of shit. i hate your guts and hope you die a miserable death.

and here's some lyrics that's so fitting of you. such stinging words are the perfect antidote for someone who refuses to grow up.
enjoy.

you suck my blood like a leech
you break the law and you preach
screw my brain 'til it hurts
you've taken all my money
you still want more
misguided old mule with your pig headed rules
and your narrow minded cronies
who are fools of the first division

death on two legs
you're tearing me apart
death on two legs
you've never had a heart of your own

kill joy, bad guy, big talking small fry
you're just an old barrow boy
have you found a new toy to replace me
can you face me
but now you can kiss my ass goodbye
feel good
are you satisfied
do you feel like suicide
is your conscience all right
does it plague you at night
do you feel good, feel good

you talk like a big business tycoon
you're just a hot air balloon
so no one gives you a damn
you're just an overgrown schoolboy
let me tan your hide
a dog with disease
you're the king of the sleaze
put your money where your mouth is
mister know-all
was the fin on your back
part of the deal

death on two legs
you're tearing me apart
death on two legs
you've never had a heart of your own

insane you should be put inside
you're a sewer rat
decaying in a cesspool of pride
should be made unemployed
then make yourself null and void
make me feel good, feel good

freddie mercury must have known that i needed such words that he'd write such a scornful song.

thank you freddie. and goodbye asshole.