That\'s Showbiz, Kid

Why don't you ask your big ego to leave?
This part-It wasn't written for three.

You suffocate me with your Shakespearean lines;
I hope you die and are fed on by flies.

I'm choking on your sweetness, now.
Your audience claps-C'mon, give 'em a bow.

As you bend over-Forget it.-Show's over.

I slit your throat and watch you bleed;
It's my time to shine- All eyes on me.