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05-03-06 09:34 PM |
rofl@apexx pretendin everything monster says is funny cuz he AINT GETTIN PUSSY IN REAL LIFE...dude i hate to break it to u but i highly doubt that THINGS is even female so stop ridin dick
oh moster....rofl@u havin to make up that i'm fat ,meanwhile everything i've said about u has been true u ARE a monkey,u look like a transvestite,u parents are crackheads,u got clowned in school,the only men that have come near u in ur entire life were family members,n that was when u were 3 before u turned into that THING with cabbage patch hair rofl
btw,here's ur suicide poem to refresh ur memory
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Originally Posted by KeyMo TheraP
Who am I To tell you who I am
This rap vet born to a crack head but known to stand others
Hands cover the tears the reason I'm the way I am is cause I was raised by my grand mother
Subject to incest kinda sad to think I was only 3 when I got into sex Vengeful threat a sinful test to question my abilities to mention depth
Guys come and go, the wise come to grow a stronger grip to avoid ends
Voice sends a cringe of insecurity in me to distance myself longer from boyfriends
Never holy, a clever phony can fake out feelings, yet the heart will die slowly
It's best I die lonely cause these niggas will get attached once they think they know me
I'm a confused self abused girl trapped in this character of the unknown existence
One flow is instant since birth I had a description of a neglected weeded up infant
feel of unwanted-ness that was just a bullet out of the gun to meet
school was cruel and unusual, I thought I was cute but the kids still made fun of me (HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH RRRRRRROOOFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL)
long stares in the mirror stuck with the question of who am i
refuse to lie, I could have used some psychological help for the nights I contemplated suicide
vision it, body twitching with people bytching about me choosing not to listen
always picturing the knife penetrating pain through my stomach (prolly tryna give urself a home liposuction ROOOOOFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLL) when washing dishes in the kitchen
a lyrical outburst it wasn't the whoopins, it was the verbal hits that made me shout worse
doubt birth I shouldn't find things out about you until im found first
a life to lead or just lead the life without trying to find hands
Ill cry and ask myself…who am I to tell you who I am
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fuck a suicidal crack baby rofl.......n how the fuck did a crackbaby become fat anyway rofl |
