Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I used to love her.
just like a punk rocker met a Jock -of " honour".
Weed, X, and Acid tabs killed it,
Ripped it, rolled it, Smacked and Drilled it.
Got Drunk and screamed at her in a fight,
The make up lyrics didn't seem to be too tight.
Now i say, "Bitch please", suck a dick and two balls,
And i'll get u out of the mess u made by shoplifting at malls.
all she said was, "well i'll give u a call",
Although i know she has pictures of me on the bedroom wall.
Blast, she walks into my living room, catches me pants down and all,
with 2 other women ofcourse, boy, we were having a ball.
Screaming, she threatens to leave me, i say "Shut the door and come on in bitch".
I smile, put out my doobie, shout "Rip your lips off, and kiss my ass with it."
She runs away like Forrest in "sweet home alabama", dont mind, she's just as retarded.
I'm Frank Costello, when it comes to this, I decide who lives, and whos' "The Departed".
She'll come back to me with higher rewards, its me holding all the cards, the whore,
My violent crimes, my time to shine, Never made a bad deal, no buyer's remorse.