Pierce You Are a B

I just wanna ask Pierce maybe grab a pencil Take some notes Cuz I'm about to drop knowledge Pierce I don't need you in my band I don't need your heart or your hand Oh I don't need you in my life All you do is cause me such strife I am my own person I am my own person And Pierce you're a B! (Yeah you heard me say it) (Yes sir!) Pierce you're a B! This a song for Pierce, cause him so old His body made of wrinkles and folds Stupid and ugly, he smell like a fart Then poo-poo in his pants and poo-poo in my heart Come Selecta bring him down, When him on a stage him dressed like a clown The boy are Tom Arnold and we are Roseanne, That's why we divorced him Straight from the band (Yes!) Pierce I just want you to know I'm hip to your tricks And you're not my bro You can lie, just wait and see The things you did, they just set me free I am my own person (You know what means?) I am my own person (And what are you?) And Pierce you're a B! (Oh buddy) Pierce you're a B! Pierce! Pierce! Pierce! Pierce you're a B! Pierce! Pierce! Pierce! Pierce you're a B! Pierce! Pierce! Pierce! Pierce you're a B! Pierce! Pierce! Pierce! Pierce you're a B!