Cunt
Stupid bitch
You broke my heart 'N now I am blue
So fuck you
Tonight, you mildew
Looky what I spy, I spy with my eye
A big fat dyke
If that's what she likes
Coulda told the truth
Gonna throw you off the roof
Hit the cement lose a fuckin tooth
N' go poof!
No more me, better yet, no more you
Remember this: fuck you!
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me:
Oh I'm gonna cum, oh I'm gonna cum, cum
Run to the store gotta get me some gum, yum
God damn bitch brush ya fuckin teeth
Yo fuckin breath reeks
Put you underneath
In the streets
Don't be such a liar liar
Your pants are on fire
Murder for hire
Hit by bus tire
Here's you some methamphetamines
Take it by all means
I'll make you scream, make you scream
Get inside your head
Fuck around and you are dead
Locked away only water N bread
FUCK THAT! you gets nothin
I'm gonna burn your fuck muffin
No bitch I'm not bluffing
Put some tape over her mouth
Now take the torch out
Gonna say ouch!
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me
Don't take my wife I need my life
You just need to be stuck with a knife
Fuck you cunt!
Gonna kill your runt then smoke a blunt
Isn't this what you want?
I'm happy when I torture thee
Can't you see I'm so happy?
Dead corpse, marry me, marry me!
Stupid stupid bitch you thought you'd get away with it
Better shut your fuckin face and fuckin sit
Veins slit
You look like shit
Girl, I don't know who you were foolin'
Her clothes and body smell like urine
Go get a job, stop being a fuckin' slob
Go back to how you used to slob that knob
Really? because she looks like a man
A Peter-Pan, uncle Sam, Rob Van Dam
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me
C-u-n-t
Fuck that bitch, she's a cunt
Fuck that bitch, she's a cunt
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me
You broke my heart 'N now I am blue
So fuck you
Tonight, you mildew
Looky what I spy, I spy with my eye
A big fat dyke
If that's what she likes
Coulda told the truth
Gonna throw you off the roof
Hit the cement lose a fuckin tooth
N' go poof!
No more me, better yet, no more you
Remember this: fuck you!
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me:
Oh I'm gonna cum, oh I'm gonna cum, cum
Run to the store gotta get me some gum, yum
God damn bitch brush ya fuckin teeth
Yo fuckin breath reeks
Put you underneath
In the streets
Don't be such a liar liar
Your pants are on fire
Murder for hire
Hit by bus tire
Here's you some methamphetamines
Take it by all means
I'll make you scream, make you scream
Get inside your head
Fuck around and you are dead
Locked away only water N bread
FUCK THAT! you gets nothin
I'm gonna burn your fuck muffin
No bitch I'm not bluffing
Put some tape over her mouth
Now take the torch out
Gonna say ouch!
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me
Don't take my wife I need my life
You just need to be stuck with a knife
Fuck you cunt!
Gonna kill your runt then smoke a blunt
Isn't this what you want?
I'm happy when I torture thee
Can't you see I'm so happy?
Dead corpse, marry me, marry me!
Stupid stupid bitch you thought you'd get away with it
Better shut your fuckin face and fuckin sit
Veins slit
You look like shit
Girl, I don't know who you were foolin'
Her clothes and body smell like urine
Go get a job, stop being a fuckin' slob
Go back to how you used to slob that knob
Really? because she looks like a man
A Peter-Pan, uncle Sam, Rob Van Dam
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me
C-u-n-t
Fuck that bitch, she's a cunt
Fuck that bitch, she's a cunt
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me
C-U-N-T, that's what she be
I had that bitch beggin me
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Writer(s): Brooke Bradford
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