The Official Haterz Poem - Poem by Barbara Harris
sending me messages, bitch get over it, yes im 15, mad cuz husband left you to be on my team. whore, did startle you? Miss champion, heavy weght champion, im laying shit out, wanna know what it feels like, let me escort you to the south, where i reside, show yo UK ass, how USA gets down. mad cuz my strong, beautiful words is making yours look silly.
mad cuz yo baby daddy is hooked on my pilly, drugging his ass.
shit im finished
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