Your Hoe

YOUR HOE


AS I SIT HERE IN A PUDDLE OF BLOOD,

WONDERIN WHAT I DID SO WRONG,

WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME,

AND WAS IT MY FAULT,

YOU CHEATED ON ME.

AND SHE KNEW,

WHAT KIND OF HOE WOULD LET YOU DO THAT.

SO FOR A SOLUTION TO MY PROBLEM I CUT MYSELF.

SO AS I SIT HERE SLOWLY DYING,

WATCHIN MY BLOOD FLOW, 

I CANT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND

WHY WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES 

ALL I CAN SEE IS YOU AND YOUR HOE

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