Fuck You

Wanna call me a menace? A cold hearted dick?
I love pissin you off, won't even take a pick
when they consider me an ass or a prick.
I'll take both, and more,
lemme finish it off, i'm a hated, intricate,
haughty, spiteful little bitch for a boy.
Being so bi polar with hate and joy,
Lemme just lay out on the couch and jerk off
to the fact that i'm crazy as fuck.
so anyone who has a problem, then my dick they can suck,
you can call me up, come on over and let me know
something that I already know. Or something I don't,
I always love the news, like the choice to choose
from the ammonia the bleach and the razor at reach.
So watch me cut then spill the bleach on the wound
and wonder around alone in my room.
Hang myself by the noose and let the chair fall loose.
What a great plan for a man to do, a fucked up kid
with a fucked up life, with a fucked up dad and his
fucked up wife.
The sickness that holds me, it won't let me go
I'm no longer free, a puppet in it's show.
This depression is a demon that runs through my soul
it infests my mind leaving me nowhere to go.

Guesss who

Quit all your talking and bull it's a bore.
I'm starting some shit and you don't know what for?
Well that's just great, your lying all over the place
and your plate?, it's getting empty from the bullshit you state.
Your a fighter? A genuine man and a scholar?
I will ring you by the neck and hang you by the collar
Is this about you? You better believe it
Do I wanna start beef? naah, I should just quit it.

But I won't,
My numbers in your cell, gimme a call
we can set a place and a date to brawl.
I'm free for all.
I don't give a damn what you do
Every name under the sun can't describe
all the bullshit about you.
We all know the names of the coward and fake
I've been quiet too long for this to be a mistake.
Your appearance and personality is so fucking silly
It makes wanna punch your lights out, permanently.
How conceited are you to think it's about you
you think your confidence is rock solid and true?
I see on your pedestal you standin up high and tall
see me at the bottom tearing it down to watch you fall.
I could keep going but you've got my point so I won't
though, your head is so full of shit you probably don't.
My fuse has been lit, it's quickly dying down
and when it blows up, you won't be around.
A lotta threats is what i've been spittin
but not as many lies that you've been shittin.
Are you for real? Is it true you conceal and deal
the rawest shit ever and no one fucks with you?
Don't ever in your life try and come off as someone
you're not, I raise the middle finger and pop
the bullets, and watch you get shot.......

I'd yank my teeth before I'd ever bite my tounge.

You can blog everyday all night for a week
it won't find you happiness in which you seek.
Move to Texas, and meet new friends
but deep in your mind it never ends

But these letters get brisker as I keep on writing
I'm sick of your blogs, their not so exciting.
In fact rather boring, I hate to admit
no matter how many I read, I wont give a shit.

I can't even read them, since I'd like to move on
every person I know, updates me with what's wrong
"Oh she's going through this" "and her new pill is this"
I feel like I know every time you go piss.

You wanna call it love, or were we having sex?
but what does it matter, since now I'm your ex.

Have I came back to you yet? are you waiting for the call?
Because you were so sure of it in your blog as I recall.

Speaking of Blogs

"Remember this?"
I read all the texts I wrote you, thanks for sharing.
It showed that I was sweet and that I was caring.

You say I'm a pusher, someone who pushed you around?

If I pushed you to loose it, then lets call it rape.
If I pushed you to love me, there is no escape.

Bitch,
I raised you high in the air
and watched you fall to the ground

If it's best that I'm not in your life, then I'm glad we broke up
lets just say, you in my life was just a hiccup.
It clearly meant nothing, I had no feelings at all
I only held you down to where you couldn't stand tall.

I manipulated, deceived, lied and hurt you deep?

oh wait,

Lets think of the other boys that you couldn't keep.
They had feelings, and I'm sure it was tough
yet you called it off, because you had enough.

I'm not sorry for anything I've done,
I'd do it all over again
and then some.