Yes well this is dedicated to many people who hate me... so eat dung.... And those who like me... well you're weird.

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked spells. Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the voldemort ing kid that's behind
all this commotion. Emotions run deep as Hogwarts' imploding..' Tempers flaring from god forsaken fathers, just blow 'em off and keep goin.'
Not takin 'nothin' from no one, give 'em crucio long as I'm breathin.' Keep avada kedavraing in the mornin,' an' takin' names in the evening.
Leavem with a taste as sour as bubotuber puss in they mouth. See, they can impero me but they never figure me out
Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now. Ain't you Lucius, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now.

Chorus (2X)
I'm not sorry Lucius. I really meant to hurt you. I really meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm locking you in the dungeon.

Verse 2
I got some skeletons in my dungeon and I don't know if no one knows it. So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it,
I'ma expose it. I'll take you back to 98 before I ever had a bouncing ferret song made for me.
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months. My deatheater father must have had his robes up in a bunch, cuz he joined voldemort. I wonder if you even cursed me goodbye. No, I don't on second thought, Merlin I wished Voldemort would die.
Even if I hated you, I grit my teeth and I'd try to kill you at least for Dumbledore's sake. I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human. But I'm man enough to face them today.
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did was take them curses out of that wand.
Cuz id'a killed 'em, shit I would have cursed Lucius an' him both. It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Draco Malfoy Show.

Chorus (2X)

I'm not sorry Lucius. I really meant to hurt you. I really meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm locking you in the dungeon.

Verse 3
Now I would always dis my own father just to get recognition. Take a second to listen for you think this wmp3 is dissin'
But put yourself in my position. Just try to envision witnessin' your Papa poppin' Fire whiskey shots in the kitchen,
bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh his dark materials and shits missin'. Going through evil gloomy mansion systems, victim of Fudge's syndrome.


My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up. It makes you sick to ya stomach,
doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that Wmp3 for me, Pa? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Pa?
But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely in ya grave. An' Narcissa getting' up so quick, she's gonna know that your phoney.
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong. Bastard, do ya song. Keep tellin' yourself that you was a father.
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get. You selfish bastard, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit.
Remember when Voldemort almost died and you said you wished it was me? Well, guess what, I am dead. Dead to you as can be.