Thursday, July 15, 2010

Tell Me How I Taste


When your lips touch his,
Tell me how I taste.
I hope you both like leftovers,
'Cause y'all were such a waste.
Now don't tell me I don't understand,
When all you are is a whore.
Your appetite is never satisfied,
All you want is more.
You make me laugh in disgust,
You've lost all of my respect.
I'll just tell all my friends you're GAY,
What more do you expect?
Now don't ever test my anger,
That's never the wisest choice.
I hold every one of your lies,
Your secrets I will voice.
I'm just tired of all this bullshit,
I'm glad you're out of my life.
I'll find someone better,
Who won't stab my back with a knife.
So bitches get to steppin',
I'll find someone with a bigger dick.
Everytime I see your faces,
It just makes my stomach sick.
I know revenge is a nasty thing,
But it's something I will do.
Sluts are never winners,
I hope you'll get the clue.

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