¿Why do you look at me when you hate me?
¿Why should I look at you when you make me hate you to?
I sense a smell of retribution in the air,
I don't even understand why the fuck you even care
and I don't need your jealousy,yeah
Why drag me down in your misery,oh yeah
And when you stare don't you think
I feel it but I'm gonna deal it back to you in spades
When I'm having fun ya know I can't conceal it's cause
I know you'd never cut it in my game,oh no
And when you're talking about a vasectomy
I'll be writing down your obituary.