Bitch, don't dance
The song is not for you
Don't fuck my mind
Fuck your friends
That's what you like to do
Don't you?

Bitch don't try to kiss me
I'm no longer your man
Kiss your friends
Cause I am just Stan
And you know how it ends.

Bitch don't stop, go on
Get another drink
Baby don't call my phone
Before you do shit, think.

Think of what you had,
My heart in your palm
You threw it on the ground
No I don't mind, I'm calm
I am not even hurt,
Cause dead can't be hurt.

Go on, step on my grave
Step on my soul. Dead.
Hearts, is what you crave
The end. The very End.