Welcome to the Devil's Den. I'm a scary monster stomping this sprite in frilly pants You're a weirdo, Wolfy, you're into powdered wigs & poop! And your cousin blew notes on your little Magic Flute Your daddy issues make the Jackson 5 look like the Family Circus! You might have been a genius but you died baroque and worthless! I'm rich, acclaimed, and famous, I'm on playlists, I'm the AList! You're the lamest, kiss my ass AAAAAmadeus [Mozart:] Was that a verse, or did you just get the hiccups? I'm a prodigy, Sonny, and I'm about to smack a bitch up! My music is 200 years old, and it's still excellent! In two more months the world will forget about your Skrillexcrement. I can't believe the way you dress when you dubstep out of the house You're like an emo Steve Urkel and you *ooh* reek of dead mouse! I am the world's greatest composer! No one knows what you are! Except a lonely little troll who knows how to press a spacebar! [Skrillex:] I attack! You decay
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