YOU'RE A fu*kEN STUPID DUMB b*tch. STOP BLOWING UP MY PHONE
STOP SWEARING THAT YOU'RE SORRY, I CAN HEAR IT IN YOUR TONE
THAT YOURE LYING. YOU VE BEEN CRYING, BUT I COULD CARE LESS BABY
LET ME DOWN TOO MANY TIMES. TOO fu*kEN CAUGHT UP IN THE LINES
YOU'RE ON MY MIND BUT NOT BECAUSE I MISS YOU
I'M THINKING ABOUT PUTTING A BULLET IN YOUR HEAD
GETTING YOU JUMPED, I WANNA DISS YOU. KISS YOU
WHEN YOURE ALL BLOODY, AND BRUISED, AND DAMAGED
LET YOU TRY- YOU COULDN'T MANAGE
TOO fu*kEN SELFISH, INSECURE. MIXING DIRTY WITH THE PURE-
GOT YOU KNOCKED. IM TOO MUCH
TOO fu*kEN HOOD WITH THE BUSINESS WHILE YOU PLAYING GAMES LIKE 2 TOUCH
YOU RUSH TO CONCLUSIONS, ASSUMPTIONS WITH NO REASONS
YOU'RE A WEIRDO! BIPOLAR AND CONFUSED LIKE THE SEASONS
I'M NOT GONNA EXPLAIN MYSELF. SO GET OFF THE NUTS AND STOP ASKING
"WHY I LEFT," "WHAT YOU DID," CUZ YOU KNOW THE fu*kEN ANSWER
LIES SPREADING LIKE CANCER. NO CURE, NO PILLS
ALL THE WEED THAT I SMOKE, BETWEEN THE G AND THE COKE-
I GOT YOU FIGURED OUT BEFORE YOU FIGURED OUT YOURSELF
YOU'RE A RUDE, SELF CENTERED, INCONSIDERATE SON OF A b*tch
I'M DONE WITH YA b*tch, I'M DONE WITH YOUR GAMES
DONE LOOKING AT YOUR SICK FACE, I'M DONE CALLING YOU NAMES
SO..
LEAVE ME ALONE. GET THE fu*k OUTTA MY FACE
STOP BLOWING UP MY PHONE. STOP COMING ROUND MY PLACE
BECAUSE IM DONE WITH YA b*tch. GO COP ANOTHER COKE SACK
REVERY GETS THE LAST LAUGH CUZ I NEVER LOVED YOU BACK
I BET YOU'RE FEELING REAL GOOD. CONTEMPLATE YOUR MISTAKES
WHICH ONE OUT OF THE 51 ? ALL WITHIN A MONTH!
YOU'RE A JOKE, A LITTLE BOY, IRRESPONSIBLE, A TOY
SADISTICLY PLAYING WITH YOUR HEAD WHILE WE LAYING IN BED
ENOUGH SAID, IM THE BOSS, IM THE sh*t, ITS YOUR LOSS
CUZ IM COOL. DON'T NEED NO b*tch AROUND MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL
NO MORE OF YOUR BULL sh*t, BIRD sh*t, YOUR sh*t
MAKIES ME LAUGH, MAKES ME SICK, YEAH I KNOW WHAT THE CURE IS
THAT'S WHY YOURE ALONE. THAT'S WHY I NEVER LOVED YOU BACK
I KNEW YOU'D END UP BEING A b*tch, fu*kEN LAME, THAT'S A FACT
YOU PROVED MY POINT, IT'S ALL GOOD, I DON T NEED YOU AROUND
BUT STOP KNOCKING ON MY WINDOW. IM STILL HOLDING MY GROUND
BOW DOWN TO THE QUEEN, I WAS PLAYING YOU THE WHOLE TIME
ONCE IM DONE WITH A b*tch, PICK UP THE NEXT ONE IN LINE
TILL HE GETS ANNOYING, OR HE BUGS, OR WONT GIVE ME DRUGS
TILL HE THINKS HE WEARS THE PANTS. STUPID b*tch FALLS IN LOVE
BUT I'M A NO LOVING, COLD HEARTED, RUTHLESS LOK
FEED YOURSELF YOUR OWN PLEAS TILL YOU THROW IT UP OR CHOKE
TALK YOUR sh*t TO THE CHOIR, OR MAYBE TO THE JURY
CUZ I SURE DON'T GIVE A sh*t. I WILL SPIT IN YOUR SLURPEE
YOU AIN'T WORTHY OF MY ATTENTION. NOW IM MAKING YOU SUFFER LIKE DETENTION
YOUR NAME DON'T EVEN GET MENTIONED
CUZ YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER PIECE OF ASS, GOT KICKED TO THE CURB
IF I COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN ONE SYLLABLE
"b*tch" WOULD Have TO BE THE WORD
LEAVE ME ALONE. GET THE fu*k OUTTA MY FACE
STOP BLOWING UP MY PHONE. STOP COMING ROUND MY PLACE
BECAUSE IM DONE WITH YA b*tch. GO COP ANOTHER COKE SACK
REVERY GETS THE LAST LAUGH CUZ I NEVER LOVED YOU (NEVER LOVED YOU) BACK