you're perverse.
stalk blogs like you stalk people to their blocks.
they should put you under chain and abloy locks.
we say what we like, do what we think is right
you ain happy lets take this shit to the streets
and make head lines
dont be a coward,fake that braveheart hidin beind the screen.
and all you can say is that you their momma.
i'll run a train up in you make you scream out to yr momma.
cruise through that path you choose.
when you lose you lose.
there ain no need to prove.
this is a spit not a muse.
what you wrote make me amuse.
leave yr name,why you afraid.
unless its a shame,no wonder you afraid.
sore losing bitches.
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deleting your messages taking every scene in,
replaying one last time like old movie making re-runs
don't wanna deal with the past
though it haunts me like a ghost with a lust for past
doing it just for laughs.