Constant Bullshit
I'm bringing it hard like you've never
seen,
showing you **** you won't ever
believe.
You didn't remember now you're
down on the pavement,
with your head split because you
forgot our arrangement.
I have these evil intentions,
which are mixed with images too
gruesome to mention.
I'll choke you and watch as you
strangle,
I don't care I'll leave your ass
mangled.
now listen up before your face gets
rearranged,
and they're calling the corner to come
pick up the remains.
If you're talking to me your ass will
get hit,
you'll be crying like a baby who can't
find the tit.
I told you once but you must not be
listening,
Next it's going to be your grave that
I'm pissing in.
I'll pop one in you and not feel guilty,
Looking like Dennis the Menace so
nasty and filthy.
So I'm cracking your head back and
forth,
trying to drill this **** into your
cerebral core.
It's time you paid your dues and dealt
with this *****,
because I'm getting tired of your
constant ********.
Copyright © Joan Mccue | Year Posted 2014
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