T.J.S.

Replace the cinnamon
With my acetaminophen
Adjacent to the perpetrators
Killin' for the thrill of it
Truths of the wrong kind
Flowin' through the mind
Of a two faced supplier,
looks like I'm the buyer.
Lonely eyed puppy dog tricks,
niches.
Saturated, salty females,
bitches.
Self-centered sacrifice,
I hope you all get head lice
(Oh my god we're the squad!)
Very fuckin' nice.

Coffee flavored cough syrup,
flowing through my veins
Vapist faggots killin' themselves
And thinkin' I'm insane
And rapin' their brains
They turned 'em into mayonnaise
This shit's not a fuckin' game.
Your fall is my rise
Blessing in disguise
Open up your eyes
Those things that I despise
I hope that all your bullshit friendships
End in searing pain
I hope that every time you look at me
It hurts your brain
I hope that when you finally realize
Nothing is the same
You should fuckin' just go back

Right from where you came.

(T.J.S.)

(Hehe, oh wait)
Before I go let's get one thing straight
This ain't a diss track it's an honesty rap
Firing back from that cold blade
You put in my back
Now I promise I won't name names,
Or place blame
But "R" stands for
(Regina George to the office please)
Gotta give it to you
You take the cheese, bee's knees
Worst friends of the year
Your worst fear is
Having a bad reputation to adhere
Alright, alright
Maybe that was a little bit mean
I'm sorry
I'm only sittin' here regrettin' the times
You acted like a queen
Maybe sit back and listen to all the shit
You did to me
You Nagasaki'd that shit
Fat man and little boy'd that shit
Direct hit
Dropped your atomic bomb on my heart Leaving it in shambles and apart

All for a new start
With a boy who looks like
A poorly drawn piece of art

"How's your arm?"
Oh, I'm not alarmed
We can simply ask the walking jawline
Once he stops worshipping his own
God damn shrine.
Now honey, don't get me confused
I don't regret you or the things we did I just feel a little bit abused and possibly a little used
We didn't write this song to be
Mean or keen
I just wanna tell you how you did me
Was fucked up and wrong
And that other guy, whats his name?
I forget
(B-B-Bitch!)
Stop acting like a fucking asshole
We get it, you like her
But is she worth losing all your friends for?
(I said Regina George to the office please)
I do truly hope someday you find inner peace Just so you know what it's like
To think of others needs
Like damn
Get outside yourselves, the squad
(Haha, more like we got our panties in a wad, yeah)
Drama surrounds you
One swipe of a "D"

And placement of a "K"

My RA becomes AR and
Oh shit!
(Haha, karma!)

(T.J.S)

Heard about D-Wreck's
Changin' luck and that's fucked up
Screw going to the office, Regina George
We can settle this in the parking lot
I don't give a fuck who's dad's
Got a Glock or not
'Bout to shoot some shots myself
Might even throw a right cross
And knock a mother fucker out
Wouldn't even be doing any harm
Just the same shit he did when he broke
My brother's arm
What's got two gingers, a barking bitch

A match stick, and amounts to a load of shit (T.J.S.)
T.J.S, that's a load of BS
You guys aren't even real friends
You're a clusterfuck stuck on junior high drama
No wonder Op fired Tyra's momma.
(Holy Shit!)

(T.J.S.)