Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Can't you deal with your low appeal
With opposing talk
Those who can't be bought
You've no chance to beat them
With quid pro quo
You don't like my tone
But you're one sick puppy
And you won't get my bone
Can't you see you're no honey bee
You're no power source
You're no driving force
You've no pearls of wisdom
You're so empty
You don't like my tone
But your yellow belly
Ain't impressing me
Because you're
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Can't you show any will to grow
Any thoughts to be
Kinder than you've been
You've no empathy
It's all me me me
You don't like my tone
But you've abso-fucking-lutely
Got to go
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality
Loud, lazy, late and low quality