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