You doubted me

So I may never be on MTV
Promoting my band or a platinum CD
You tell give up, quit kid you're not an artist
You're a no-talent prick when you try you're hardest.
This is it
Tonight's the night
This is it
Burn up inside

You Doubted Me I want to hear you scream
I'll cut your throat and watch you bleed.
Now my hand just won't stop shaking
And it's your life that Im taking
So you didn't believe in me
Here's a stab wound 1,2,3
You'll see me on TV
You Doubted Me

All I ever wanted was some attention a "good luck kid" would relieve the tension.
You bailed on me for your Internet whore
Handed me the shit guitar and locked the door.
This is it
Tonight's the night
This is it
Burn up inside

Can't wait till I meet Ryan Seacrest with his dick in Rick Dee's ass
Then I'll fin Joan Rivers and Ill punch them in the face
In the face
Interviewed by random losers
Sci-fi geeks and drug abusers
All saying they like my songs
But I'm too drunk to care
Drunk to care