i have had enough of your sh! t,
i wont take it anymore,
get outta here you azzwhole,
get outta my room.
Dont give me that fewking look,
dont give me that smile,
cause i know what coming next,
ima make u runa mile.
dont call me your hun,
i aint done.
Dont tell me you love me,
how could you when your with her?
i can never trust you,
whata hoeee!
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