Dear Johnny, Dear Jane,
We never really got along,
I never like you from the start,
so here's a little song I wrote
about your ****** ****** heart.
You have a ****** way,
you're a psychopath with pride.
The things you do to those around you
show your shittiness inside.
It's really a pity
that you're so ******
you're ****** to the core.
You never feel love,
your ****** fits like a glove,
and each day you get ******** more and more.
All you'll ever be is ******
you'd steal from the poor and the blind,
you'd poison the food of your neighbors kitty
and you wouldn't even mind.
You're a terrible, mean person,
you lie and cheat and steal.
You take what you want and leave nothing behind,
you probably don't even feel.
It's really a pity
that you're so ******
you're ****** to the core.
You never feel love,
your ****** fits like a glove,
and each day you get ******** more and more.
Your just a big, steamy, smelly, reeking, ****** pile of ****
Sincerely, Me
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
Dear Johnny, Dear Jane,
We never really got along,
I never like you from the start,
so here's a little song I wrote
about your ****** ****** heart.
You have a ****** way,
you're a psychopath with pride.
The things you do to those around you
show your shittiness inside.
It's really a pity
that you're so ******
you're ****** to the core.
You never feel love,
your ****** fits like a glove,
and each day you get ******** more and more.
All you'll ever be is ******
you'd steal from the poor and the blind,
you'd poison the food of your neighbors kitty
and you wouldn't even mind.
You're a terrible, mean person,
you lie and cheat and steal.
You take what you want and leave nothing behind,
you probably don't even feel.
It's really a pity
that you're so ******
you're ****** to the core.
You never feel love,
your ****** fits like a glove,
and each day you get ******** more and more.
Your just a big, steamy, smelly, reeking, ****** pile of ****
Sincerely, Me
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