Superpunk likes to look good
He loves to impress
He spends hours combing his hair to go wandering
What he hates above all
It's all the keupons without nails
The other night owls
Who don't think like him
He thinks he knows everything about everything
He thinks he's a hit finder
But in life as in bed
He's dying of boredom
His trip at the end of the evening
When he's really lit
It's going to the keyboard to puke up his vanity
Superpunk is back
Superpunk is back, on the web like a vulture
You can say your nonsense, criticize me
I don't give a damn
I don't need your advice
To shout out the depths of my thoughts
You can insist on tearing me apart, slashing
I have nothing to jerk off
It's not now that I'm going to bend under the blows you think you're giving me
As a good lesson giver
Who would do better to get in the ass
He spends his time judging
What he is incapable of creating
Like he has nothing in the falzar
How stupid he is like a tadpole
Almost as stupid as a bitch from Secret Story
It's easy to hide to talk
Sh*t on us all day long
You can throw out your insanities, criticize me
I don't give a damn
I don't need your advice
To shout out the depths of my thoughts
You may well persist in destroying me hoe, slash
I don't give a damn
It's not now that I'm going to bend under the blows you think you're giving me
It's true that at one point I I really wanted to smash your fucking face into your fucking keyboard
But over time, finally, it got over me
I have nothing more to jerk off
I really don't give a damn anymore
I don't give a damn
You can say your nonsense, criticize me
I don't give a damn
br/>I don't need your advice
To shout out the depths of my thoughts
You can insist on tearing me apart, slashing
I have none of it to jerk off
It's not now that I'm going to bend under the blows you think you're giving me
Superpunk is back!!!

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