Story of my life,
Trying to hide my forehead right,
but it keeps showing on me.
Sorrow in my soul,
cause I can't fit in this thong,
and no one'll screw me.

This is more than a forehead,
a five-head or above.
It's bigger than the sky its true.
All the crowd is cheering
Because I'm gone again
And my talent just isn't true.

And I know they know I suck,
All like "What the fuck?"
And they start to through stuff.
I think everyone is dying.

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Every time I walk on stage
I see them plug their ears and die.

I don't wanna fuck-up anymore
I can't sing for my life
I don't want to be....
Jay-Z's Gangsta

I hear it in the air.
My singing is a scare.
Almost as bad as Beyonce.
A punch on the cheek, cause I cant get laid,
I think this dress is bad taste.

Say I can't sell a record,
cause I have a cold
A lie I didn't have to tell,
Cause we all know I blow,
And we know it very well.

And I know that I really do blow
At being a singing hoe
And it kills me inside.
To know that I look like a guy.
I can see Simon Cowel dying.

I don't wanna do this anymore.
The world knows imma whore.
And every time O walk into a store
The automatic doors just don't work anymore.

I don't know how to count to four,
Opps, did I fart?
I don't wanna be...
Rihanna.

The disgust,
I might as well as put a gun to my forehead
Its way too big.
I don't wanna be me anymore.