Anger Management

I don’t like you
I don’t like the way you walk
Or the way you talk
I don’t like what you do
Face it, I don’t like you

Nor do I like the way you smile
The way you move, your clothing style
Your hair, your physical appearance
All of it is sure ignorance

I don’t like you
I don’t like how you stand there
Smoking, polluting the air
How you laugh just annoys me
I don’t like what you seem to be

And it seems to me that your some
Fucking punk who think he’s hardcore
Thinks he is better than me, please
Your just a straight bitch, nothing more

I don’t like you
Your body size is just repulsive
Your nothing close to attractive
Fuck it, your ugly in the worst way
I hate you, there’s nothing more to say

I don’t like you, your family, friends
Associates, even your shitty crew
But you know what is really sad
I don’t even know you ………