Hi there your son just died in a freakshow
So would you please give me an interview
We just wanna shoot you
Your photographs would do
Sorry but I am not that photogenic
Fuck my son he was never ready
To bring me the fame I always wanted
To give me the money I cud’ve flaunted
But that’s not done you’re son is dead
How could you say what you just said
We wanna have your comments
On this tragic Incident
Fuck you bitch you are Intruding
It’s my life u’r making it public
I don’t wanna talk anything about him
Coz all his actions were motherfuckin sins
What’s u talkin? What was your son into ?
Why are u pissed What wrong did he do ?
People are waiting on TV
To see this catastrophe
Get lost, I’m sick you journalists
And all you modern media pricks
My son dint feel no pain, He was on Cocaine
He dint get my share, he deserves being slain
Shocker for the nation You’ve all seen this
She was being shot, she dint realize it
Reporting live for Chuck TV This is Phoebe
Your reporter with cameraman Tucker P.D.