Loud, Lazy, Late

Loud, lazy, late and low quality Loud, lazy, late and low quality Can't you deal with your low appeal With opposing talk Those who can't be bought You've no chance to beat them With quid pro quo You don't like my tone But you're one sick puppy And you won't get my bone Can't you see you're no honey bee You're no power source You're no driving force You've no pearls of wisdom You're so empty You don't like my tone But your yellow belly Ain't impressing me Because you're Loud, lazy, late and low quality Loud, lazy, late and low quality Loud, lazy, late and low quality Loud, lazy, late and low quality Can't you show any will to grow Any thoughts to be Kinder than you've been You've no empathy It's all me me me You don't like my tone But you've abso-fucking-lutely Got to go Loud, lazy, late and low quality Loud, lazy, late and low quality Loud, lazy, late and low quality Loud, lazy, late and low quality Loud, lazy, late and low quality Loud, lazy, late and low quality