It Can Go 9
Ashlee, How Could I Have I Forgotten You!
Well, Really, We All Want To.
I Hope That You End up on a Private Jet
with Paris Hilton, and You Know That Bitch
Won't Get off of Her Cell Phone
(Not Even During Sex... You Know You've Seen That Clip.)
Then Your Dumb Ass Thinks It's Okay,
So Now You Two Dumb Shits Are Chattin' It Up
Like People Actually Want to Talk to You.
Now the Plane's Equipment Goes Apeshit;
Paris Runs around Flapping Her Arms
(Fly, Bitch, Fly).
She's Yelling at You, "Do Something!"
You Smack Her across the Face
and Toss Her Dumb Ass out of the Plane.
(Thank You for That).
It Would Almost Redeem You,
But It's Too Late for That...
You're Insides Are Splashed All Over
the Crash Site.