Pierce You Are a B

Lyrics
I just wanna ask Pierce, maybe grab a pencil Take some notes 'Cause 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'll meet 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
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Credits
- Writers
- Manish Raval
- Lauren Pomerantz
- Jacques Slade
- Dan Harmon
- Tom Wolfe (Composer)