Messed Up Shit.
You see,
I don’t have the balls to commit suicide,
Im only leavin you if its homicide.
And these bitches think they do it better,
U go and try to get her,
Shes a nasty ass hoe, leave her be.
U want the best, u stick wit me.
smokin that grass, pop a cap in ya ass,
cuz I said, “puff puff pass”,
now ya dead, and im alone in ur bed
ur sittin in the closet, rottin from toe to head.
Phone wont stop ringin, doorbell keeps dingin,
They lookin for you, if only they knew.
Today marks one month ur gone, only you’re here,
No I mean physicly you’re here.
What have I done o dear o dear.
nah but this is crazy, none of its true.
I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, and neither should you.
I mean drinkin’s ok as long as your 21.
Now this shit sounds like fun.
Made me think of 21 guns by green day.
Hope to meet them one day.
That would be awsome, im they numba one fan.
Ill be all up over the lead singer of the band.
And the rest of them too.
What does this have to do
With the previous words in here.
Im bored now so, if ur 21, go have yourself a beer =]
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