While I’m in no way influential, you’re the bottom of the barrel since your friends are all fifteen year olds who you sell marijuana. And I know you won’t admit this, but the only time a good riff found its way into your music was because I fucking wrote it for you... And if you’re just gonna use up all your musical equipment to make shitty songs, I’ll take it; my recordings sound like bullshit. But it’s funny that despite this you, can’t get any one to listen. You know I’d just call it quits if I were you in your position. No, I haven’t lost my mind, I’m just having a good time for the first time in a while. Now could you get over it? You’re the one who’s lost his shit. It’s your fault, not mine. You never listened to good music unless I introduced you to it, so don’t say I’m not much better; I’ve got seven fans to prove it, which is seven more than you so I’m the talent in this duo. You can get all technical but I’m the one who hits the blue notes, not you. See, this town’s not big enough for you and me so save the uproar. Pack your bags, go back to Maryland, to your no-name college’s dorms. And the kids who you sold stems to will forget they ever met you. I’m your way in, man, I made you; I can make them all forget you. No, I haven’t lost my mind, I’m just having a good time for the first time in a while. Now could you get over it? You’re the one who’s lost his shit. It’s your fault, not mine.