People only seem to offer praise to you
And they compare you to guys like Don Bluth
But my question is...
Why do they hate mine?

They say I'm lazy
And that I don't care
My art's derivative
They say it's crappy
And I'm not worth a damn
Other insults I won't list
Some ask me questions
Like why do I steal?
I do not understand them
Last time I checked, I don't steal
It's irritatin'
I try hard to set them right
They listen? No
They just say I am shite

Everybody's hurlin' accusations at me
With words quite derogative (Load of lies)
"Did you get permission to steal this art from him?
There is no difference
It's so derivative"
(I'm not a plagiarist!)

It's original stuff I draw (I'm not a plagiarist!)
You can't bring up solid proof

You say I'm wrong
And you have real proof
"Ego's bigger than The Thing
This one line in this one strip, sounds like Charlie Brown
Two guys talk 'bout games just like Penny Arcade, wow!"

Everybody's drawin' real far-fetched conclusions
"This thing's kinda like this thing (By this guy)
For your consultation, here's more comparisons
You can't fault my logic"
I can if it's faulty!

Everybody's sendin' e-mails so accusin'
"You steal from this artist, quit! (Would be nice)
See his hat is blue here? It is also blue here
And there's more on my list
Why you're a plagiarist"

Logic's got more holes than a sieve (I'm not a plagiarist!)
And my hat is green, not blue!

Why can't I draw my shite
without all of the things
That people say
oh oh

Everybody's sayin' nasty things about me
"Reading his stuff is a gyp (Load of shite)
For my art fixation, my time I've been wastin'
Stolen stuff ain't my thing" (I say you're crazy)

Everybody's sendin' death threat e-mails at me
And with more of their "logic" (It's more like) (Conclusion jumpin')
Such failure within them, what random conclusions
Then I read their own strips
(And they're the plagiarists!)