dont know ya,dont care...



What's ironic is that I dont need a hand to defeat you...
I'm like a snake that can single-handedly beat you...
I hate you & love life, it's the fact that you came here...
that I'll sleigh you as if you had the back of a reindeer...
Vanity gets arrows sent ya direction when its pulled by...
Me seeing you as the center of attention on a bullseye...
Not friends! but if battle links us as folks, I'm hating...
cuz that'd make me wack being guilty by association...
& I wanted to spare your life, yet I impaired ya mind...
tact? Your girl said ya nuts were just as rare to find...