Ant - Suicide Girls lyrics

[Voice messages from upset girlfriends] Hey you f**ing a**hole Hi Sean, I just got finished cleaning some vomit out of my car Sean, I'm so f**ing pissed at you I could rip your goddamn arms off and beat you Anyways, I don't care, I don't wanna f**ing talk to you I don't wanna talk to you anymore I don't know what your deal's been lately, but I called you like 15 times And you just take and take And you just f** everyone over in the end anyways Okay and number 2, being f**ed up Is not an excuse to piss in the goddamn fish tank I'm sick of your bullsh**. I'm sick of you acting like you can just f**in.. Leave a trail of destruction and sh** Everytime I'm around you and I'm f**ing tired of it It's just not cool, my roommates told me What the f** you did after you got stupid drunk as usual I don't ever want you in my f**ing house In my f**ing car, anywhere near me It's f**ing over, I don't want to talk to you anymore I don't want to think about you anymore, I don't ever want to see you again Do you even care? You can never ever come into my house again f** me? f** you. Rot in f**ing hell f** you, go f** yourself You should care, if you give a f** at all, which I really doubt, you'll call me Hear me out, don't come f**ing crying to me when your world falls apart and You have nowhere to turn, alright? Have a good day ...Already? Already? Already? What'd you call 'em? [Slug] I can't imagine some of the things that you've seen City to city with no spot to sleep I know she will run with opposable thumbs She's trying to overcome the laws of the land Coast to coast, who knows the most? Age before beauty, sleep before scrutiny Who could it be now? Here she comes With an eve of her tongue and the games that she runs Little girl dolls never get lost, pay the cost, embrace the flaws Let her get tossed in the back of a mid-size Trying to look at life through those kid's eyes "Jackpot", that's in quotes Sometimes you gotta let go if you wanna get votes But f** the votes, I spit towards the clouds A bullet in your head sits still allowed I used to pretend that I gave a f** Now a do give a f**, a little too much Let's see what you got, Naomi Act like you're from Missouri, show me little homey