As i'm standing here over your dead body
drenched in blood,
i begin to wonder if was right or wrong
for what i done,
I think you diserved it for breaking my
heart,
You promised me we would never be apart,
I guess like every thing else you said it
it was nothing but a lie,
this is what you get for making me cry,
how could i have been so foolish to believe
every thing you said,
its okay though cause now your out my mind
and very much dead,
i told you i'd getn you back,
bet you didnt think it be with a hatchet in
your back,
and trust me i feel no regret,
cuz this is what you get for f-ing with A
juggalette! ! ! !
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