I get that you're upset,
but don't put that **** on me.
It's you're bag to carry, mister;
every lie you say, you scream.
I'm ******* done with all your crap.
Call me ****** if you wish.
But soon I'm out, I'll be rid of you
and your rancid poison tongue.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
I get that you're upset,
but don't put that **** on me.
It's you're bag to carry, mister;
every lie you say, you scream.
I'm ******* done with all your crap.
Call me ****** if you wish.
But soon I'm out, I'll be rid of you
and your rancid poison tongue.
