The bitch She stood at my door, every evening she slept in my arms every night i thought she loved me i thought she would die for me but, what the **** she wanted my money she wanted my car she wanted the gold,she wanted the name i realized she was a bitch i had my yseterdays ruined Now my tommrow shouldnt get ****ed Now i live for her *** I kicked my yesterday, i packed for tommrow i am the man who live for tommrow bitch i aint no fool no, no, i wont fall in love again, know what **** it is i dont want to be left cold again now i will **** her life if you say you dont need me i am not gonna cry an ocean i am not gonna cut my life but i'll **** you bitch
Well..... I think most of the galz a after our money. Very few of them really loves a man... Thats y I don't fall in love
Honestly, I think you need to chill out. You are sounding like Fred Durst. You could have said the same in a much better way, a little less bluntly atleast. But oh well, it's your poem.
Ya tejas, i wrote this at the time when i was majorly inspired by songs that had all possible bad words in it. I then, liked singing Eminem songs in a heavy way! Esp the ones that had abuses