Believe what you want about me,
There's much more to it that you refuse to see.
I guess it's true,
Since you call me a whore,
It's the girls like their mother(s),
That little boys adore.
You say I'm fat and that is the truth,
But so were you and will be again soon!
When you morph into your Dad,
Still pathetic and sad.
When your stringy hair falls away,
And your rotting teeth further decay.
The tears on my cheeks are drying,
So drink up while your liver is dying,
While in your own vomit, you're lying,
Slumped over dry-heaving and sighing.
So get over this shit and quit crying,
'Cause you ain't even venting,
You're WHINING!
And your dick aint' worth the trouble,
Of putting up with you,
And I hate to bust your bubble,
But size doesn't matter when you're lame in the sack,
And the only thing your good for,
You're not very good at.
Grow up Pussy!!
I fuckin' hate you too!
There's much more to it that you refuse to see.
I guess it's true,
Since you call me a whore,
It's the girls like their mother(s),
That little boys adore.
You say I'm fat and that is the truth,
But so were you and will be again soon!
When you morph into your Dad,
Still pathetic and sad.
When your stringy hair falls away,
And your rotting teeth further decay.
The tears on my cheeks are drying,
So drink up while your liver is dying,
While in your own vomit, you're lying,
Slumped over dry-heaving and sighing.
So get over this shit and quit crying,
'Cause you ain't even venting,
You're WHINING!
And your dick aint' worth the trouble,
Of putting up with you,
And I hate to bust your bubble,
But size doesn't matter when you're lame in the sack,
And the only thing your good for,
You're not very good at.
Grow up Pussy!!
I fuckin' hate you too!