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I remember my first tryouts
And my second and third too
All the fear and holy hell the judges put me through
I felt so belittled
Man, they put me on the rack
And now that I'm a senior, this is my chance to give back
I'll uphold the great tradition
With these young lives on my watch
Let's set the stage
I've come of age
To be a raging, castrating
Byotch
Byotch
