I know this looks borin but it isnt once you start readin it, thx
I hate every step you've ever taken,
god's sake, wont you just for once awaken?
Im right behind you, can't you see me trailin
yo every move so for once i wont see yu fakin,
n i'll know for real what yu've been actin n sayin
so indiscreetly right behind my back
so completely ignorin me like i was crap
bitch i considered myself as yo chap!
But now i know it was all a fuckin act
like, i never know where you ever at
n ill never let yu again near my lap.
N i know, it was all a big laugh_to you
but for me, it was a fucking tragedy!
I cried for nights n nights yu see,
n the days, i could barely fucking breathe!
People always comin up to me; askin me
"dawg yu aight? yu dont seem to be!
But have no worries homie
youll be back with her in a week, at least.
Dont stress out, believe me!"
N so i did, n i now got this painful way to live:
it consists on havin a major-fuckin dig
on a dirty-ass tramp that you hafta call a chick,
cos she so pretty that she makes yo dick lift.
But what spoils every fuckin bit of it
is that she dont give a flyin shit.
So that makes me an obsessional bastard
cos so many times before have i asked her
if shed be my girl, and shes always answered
that shed really prefere bein transfered
to another world than to hafta see me.
One of these days, she better stop bein her big shot
or else shell make me do sumtin that'll hurt alot,
not to me, but to her cos shell get shot
so shell fall to the ground in a parking lot
cos i had a fucking gun with me
and i decided she should never again feel hot,
shel always be cold, as the pain will strike with agony
feeling like a tightened knot
coordinating with the drop of degrees.
Baby you know i wudnt mind if youd just rot,
down in the ground, under some cornfield spot.