Bitter as fuck
Inconsistent as hell
Bullshit is all you continue to sell
Animosity with no fault but your own
Funny thing is, you always claimin to be grown
Assumptions made with no potential gain
You have plenty to lose, so you stay fraught with complaint.
Smiling through a black, bleak, and miserable heart.
The petty ass shit you do, underhanded and schemey
Hoe card got yanked and it reeks of jealousy
Tragedy killed your spirit before it got a good start
You turn bitchassness and sucka-shit into a fine art
The wall you built up made those who once gave a fuck too fuckin tired
Friendships once copious, have all since expired.
You fake as a $6 bill
In denial you remain, yet happily still
Lonely you shall become, due to wars you started but never won.
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