Lletres: Weekend Nachos. Better Off Dead.

congratulations, you're a fucking clone
you all look the same to me and it doesn't look good
i don't think you're pretty, i don't think you're cute
when you open your mouth i want to put you on mute

starvation and diets are what you condone
tanning salons are your second home
a pound of make-up to hide your ugly face
a strain on my eyes, a human disgrace

ugly on the inside makes you ugly on the outside

the truth is...
you'd look better hacked to chunks in a dumpster

better off dead