You Must Die! I Alone Am Best.

[t3r4by73]

Your torn clothes are replusive and filthy;
Your boots are covered in mud;
And your hair looks like moldy spagetti.

Didn't you wear that same outfit yesterday?
And every day for the past month?
Even the people in Africa wash their clothes.

You're still drunk from the night before;
I can smell it on your breath;
And you're only fourteen.

You stupid skid kids;
Pick up your feet;

Losers.