X{{xSHUT UPx}}x

You make the lies sound pretty,
And its such a pity,
That your talent won't be of use,
When you're licking your blood off my shoes.

You can make any lie sound good,
And you know you could,
But you don't think about the price,
Like making a monster out of someone once nice.

So shut your dirty mouth,
And take what I deserve to give,
You were a liar,
And a filthy pig.