"What bullcrap"
If you hunger for a man to be kicked outta da club;
Next--tell him! Not digest probes that the ill way rub--
Look, it's obvious people frown sour grapes upon your success,
Jealous of sheer pretty; plus, megatons of money and problems much less;
Thus, they wickedly attack, armed with bloodthirsty contempt,
Surmising they have privilege in asking for your soul's fated rent--
What bullcrap! For when on the socially deviant streets
The American Dictionary has a voluminous variety of non-linear beats;
Alas, selfishly getting loved for what you are not
Does wrongly Trump the hate for your platinum pot.
