Accusations

"I'm short I'm fat I'm a wh*re My a*s is too flat I b*tch too much And play too little I'm nothing but a sl*t Who f*ks for crystal I'm never happy Always sad My hair is too nappy I only make you mad I suck in bed Can't give good he*d I'm not capable of making money So I'm a thief instead I'm ugly and disgusting Nobody can trust me I'm nothing but a h*e Who f*ks for dr*gs and money" So next time you decide You might want to try to touch on me Remember those words The ones you've spoke of me Because lies and accusations May satisfy your conscience But I'm not the one Harboring skeletons in the closet