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Your a Sick **** do you get pleasure outta gutting out my heart. You laugh as you disassembled my comfort zones shattering with your sledge hammer my illusionist'tic dreams, you opened my mouth and cut out my words with a ***** dull kitchen knife, stomping me into silence, choking out the voice of reasoning You Sick **** you told me if I didn't like WHAT you had to say, I should take my own advice "stick a **** in ya ear & **** what you heard" implying this is what I should do myself huh? WELL just like I told you just cause you eat *** don't give you the right to talk shit. You laugh, I cry. I laugh. Now you cry. You don't cry for the pain you cause me or from the bitterness you made me feel... You cry cause I got yo **** in these vice grips, I got these pliers squeezing down on your ***** Now you can't cry, holla or speak... Our roles reverse I'm the torturous **** HA HA HA How you like me now, I guess you don't...... I don't hear you mocking me now don't hear you talkin out yo trap funny ain't funny when the jokes on the both of us vinegar and water just don't mix. Confession of a psychopathic ***** You sick **** ( sigh) Always me Ayeshah
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Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 3:09 AM UTC
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Your a Sick **** do you get pleasure outta gutting out my heart. You laugh as you disassembled my comfort zones shattering with your sledge hammer my illusionist'tic dreams, you opened my mouth and cut out my words with a ***** dull kitchen knife, stomping me into silence, choking out the voice of reasoning You Sick **** you told me if I didn't like WHAT you had to say, I should take my own advice "stick a **** in ya ear & **** what you heard" implying this is what I should do myself huh? WELL just like I told you just cause you eat *** don't give you the right to talk shit. You laugh, I cry. I laugh. Now you cry. You don't cry for the pain you cause me or from the bitterness you made me feel... You cry cause I got yo **** in these vice grips, I got these pliers squeezing down on your ***** Now you can't cry, holla or speak... Our roles reverse I'm the torturous **** HA HA HA How you like me now, I guess you don't...... I don't hear you mocking me now don't hear you talkin out yo trap funny ain't funny when the jokes on the both of us vinegar and water just don't mix. Confession of a psychopathic ***** You sick **** ( sigh) Always me Ayeshah
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Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 3:09 AM UTC
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