This is a song about "Libster megs and pheebs"

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

What do i really need

And kill yourself and your clique

Look it something they can't ever see

And a fridge and some broccoli

Grab the scissors and saws and

This how i hear it different

And inhospitable,

Got to the end of the tunnel

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Flapjack, ooh he bring

And once i'm dead and gone

'til it's like a mile long