28.2.10
An obscene rap
Wherever we're at
Is creepy as fuck
Whoever starts screaming
Is shit out of luck
'cause we're down to suck
A dick
A clit
What what in the butt
And if that's not cool
Then neither or you
'cause when we talking 'bout size
I ain't talkin 'bout shoes
'cause If I wanted that
I'd date a third grader
You call me a slut
But see, you're just a hater
When you pull that hoe out
My girls start to laugh
I want a dick
Not just some cath--
Eter. And I Twitter
Just to say what I do
But all my updates on what I do
Say "you"
Yo your job "boyfriend"
Is to make my legs shake
This bitch ain't Haiti
But the earth starts to quake
Anyway
And there ain't no charity here
'cause this shit ain't free
Lemme fuck yo ear
Ya see what I said?
I don't ask
I just take
You a dumb bitch
And yo hair is fake
And so are yo nails
So they break when you jack
Off your
Boyfriend
Booty call text
And send.
The end.
Is creepy as fuck
Whoever starts screaming
Is shit out of luck
'cause we're down to suck
A dick
A clit
What what in the butt
And if that's not cool
Then neither or you
'cause when we talking 'bout size
I ain't talkin 'bout shoes
'cause If I wanted that
I'd date a third grader
You call me a slut
But see, you're just a hater
When you pull that hoe out
My girls start to laugh
I want a dick
Not just some cath--
Eter. And I Twitter
Just to say what I do
But all my updates on what I do
Say "you"
Yo your job "boyfriend"
Is to make my legs shake
This bitch ain't Haiti
But the earth starts to quake
Anyway
And there ain't no charity here
'cause this shit ain't free
Lemme fuck yo ear
Ya see what I said?
I don't ask
I just take
You a dumb bitch
And yo hair is fake
And so are yo nails
So they break when you jack
Off your
Boyfriend
Booty call text
And send.
The end.
Gum
It hasn't been 10 years but here you are,
Telling me you would rather be dead with your words
Leading me to regret with your actions
To a point where I finally feel comfortable
Will feeling terrible.
When vices stop working.
When my heart stops hurting.
A hand in hand triumph over
Who?
When I am hurting none other than myself, why waste my time in fixation?
You're hand in hand
Side by side
You tell me you're in love.
I'm crying and stumbling
And forgetting my purpose
And I tell you I'm happy.
When a couple stick-like girls inside a shrinking place are sweet
When my face is in the pillow and it smells like fire
And under the covers is a knot of feet.
Because I wanna be held and you are in hell and the last thing I wanna be is you.
So instead of crying I'm killing my spirit
I'll be dead before the day is through.
And I'd like to tell you I regret this sin
But next weekend I'll do it again.
Telling me you would rather be dead with your words
Leading me to regret with your actions
To a point where I finally feel comfortable
Will feeling terrible.
When vices stop working.
When my heart stops hurting.
A hand in hand triumph over
Who?
When I am hurting none other than myself, why waste my time in fixation?
You're hand in hand
Side by side
You tell me you're in love.
I'm crying and stumbling
And forgetting my purpose
And I tell you I'm happy.
When a couple stick-like girls inside a shrinking place are sweet
When my face is in the pillow and it smells like fire
And under the covers is a knot of feet.
Because I wanna be held and you are in hell and the last thing I wanna be is you.
So instead of crying I'm killing my spirit
I'll be dead before the day is through.
And I'd like to tell you I regret this sin
But next weekend I'll do it again.
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