……flamboyant annoyance is what you are, from your fancy cars, ridiculously priced cigars, to that one of a kind guitar you keep over your bar; none of which can heal any scars, at the end of it all you’ll be feathered and tarred, here you’re just charged, in hell you’ll be charred. I know you’ve came far, but you gave no helping hand to those stranded in the sands, nor attempted to extinguish the fire under their pans, spent your whole life accumulating fans, only saying the right things to escape bans, scared to let it be known, your true feelings are contrary to your fans.