You’re lashing out like a fucking brat,
Sharp words and intense glares,
Give a different meaning to the favorite phrase,
“If looks could kill” I would be on fire now.
I only have two words for you,
And maybe I will share them…
But in the end you’ll see the worst
When you go over with that blade in your wrists.
You’re lashing out like a spoiled monster,
Was I supposed to give a fuck about your feelings,
When in the end all I can do is see right through you
You’re transparent and fake like your hair color,
And you won’t even see the point I’m making it will be too late.
If I sound mad, no shit , I am, I wanna rip through you,
This approach is for the worst, “if looks could kill you”
I would be melting in acid.
You’re lashing out like a little horror,
Glaring at me, glare at someone else!
You think that you can change the way I work,
Well, bitch, I’m done babysitting…
Should have done this a long time ago,
You’re fucking killing my girls…
I only have two words for you,
F-U-C-K___Y-O-U.
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