Don’t pose as a rock then shatter like glass,
Because your image won’t last, and people will just laugh at your stupid ass.
I’m waiting for your mental crash, I wanna see some rash irrational actions in mass.
To push past your stash of moments that are just so vast,
What is that rash on your lips.. is that herpes?
You quirky curvy bitch better get tested before others throw you to the curb you stupid turkey.
Now we know your psychotic,
And that no antibiotic can fix the nutty tick,
That switches in you brain from being innocent to erotic.
If you don’t wanna give it, then don’t flaunt it,
Unless you want to be grabbed and then haunted,
From the image that is burned in you head,
That lead you to portray yourself as the victim, instead,
Of the girl that should have seen it coming,
Or seen a warning sign or something,
Your not cunning, your becoming the girl that is dumb,
Who let rum be the open door for scum to put their thumb in your fuckin bum.
Its works for me, to have a verbal tourney, to turn everybody into silly puddy, molding what they think, first I’ll make you feel extinct, and understand that I can make everything go my way, because I have a knack to persuade people to listen to what I say.
I cannot live day by day, I’ll secure my future until my hair turns gray. And you will not be in my life come a year, I don’t wanna give off the image of fear, I just want to express that your not welcomed here, What I say, I mean, its true, so hello, goodbye, and by the way…fuck you.
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