Garbage

Peter picked a pail of peppers, I just picked up my lyrics, See

we're both trying to set this world of fire, For different Reas-

-ons, A spirit, free, but appears to be adhered to seeds Pe-

-ter for his peppers, me growing tired of this Pyrrhic Pre-

-#Veil over the Bride's face, weed smell over the tide's fate

Wash over your salty faults, halting all of your #Pre-Face

This isn't the #Voice, But i'm your american Idol

Bow before the arrogant writer, who's merit is higher

That #Jared the biter on my #diamond verses

Then Heimlichs 'fore subs take #care, #it's a Fiver

#Grand on #Canyons, I fuck anything #Gorge-ish

Bring me the torches, It's time for me to settle the score... bitch