Stupid crap... *NSUCK... yo ... BT..
Sick and tired of hearin' all these teenies scream so loud
What's the deal with this pop crap
And when is it gonna fade out?
The thing you got to realize is
This is nothing but a trend
They got the gift of sodomy
They're gonna take it in the end
Come on now...

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It doesn't matter
'Bout the way you dance
Or if you write your own music
You don't matter
Cause you're so high-pitched
All your songs just make me sick
It doesn't matter
Cause the clothes you wear
Are flaming all the time
All that matters
Is that you shut up
In a very short amount of time

Do you ever wonder why (why)
Why Justin sings so high
It takes you by surprise
Feel it when
Your eardrums start to bleed
You wish you had some weed
And some quiet's all you need
This must be *CRAP*

Stupid crap, stuuuupid, stuuuupid crap
You can't stop
I know you like this stupid crap
This must be

Now, why you wanna try to help support these guys and what they do
Five trained chimps could do the same
And look just as good too
Tired of hearing whining 'bout my animosity
Just scream yourself hoarse and I'll be just fine
Now people can't you see

Chorus
(spoken) Man, I'm tired of boy bands

Stupid stupid stupid crap
Stupid crap
Do you ever wonder....

*2ND HALF OF CHORUS 2X*