A Picker Picker Who Picked the Wrong Picker

A picker picker who picked the wrong picker. To bully the wrong victim. Who's already thirsty to rip up flesh like a wolf. Ripping up your insides to see what it's made off. Since you like to be a bully to make yourself look cool. Hunger to make you pay the price for being a bully. This time it won't be a whip I'll use like back then in junior high. Self defense is my game, for being a bully is not what I play. Thirsty to rip your gust out. for trying to use my poem against me. for exposing you. I will never be a victim by you nether will my love one.