This is a song about "Tim is a wussy"

He gave him a platform

Every day, a star is born,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

This is a killin spree

But luckily tim changed my year

When drunk i only drink beer

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Is a necessity,

Every day, a star is born,

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Rails n nails in the air, slow mo, like snails & tim dale's speech impediment.

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him