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Original Writing/ Lyrics |
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By Aimee |
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email:
AIMEENDREW@aol.com |
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It's Over |
You hate me? Good, Cause I hate you!
I’ve sat back mute and endured all the pain you put me
through
I Never faltered, never winced while you twisted the knife
Professin your false phony promises and fucked up lies
I Pretended not to notice while you fucked around
I Held my tongue, never once stood my ground
Now you say it’s over, we’re finished, we’re through
Well that passive chick’s gone asshole, so FUCK YOU
I want you to really meet this bitch
Yeah, I know, it’s a switch
But you forced me down this fucked up path
Now sit the fuck down and endure my wrath
I’ve played your door mat, your filthy fuck toy
But that shit’s over now, ya listenin boy?
You thought you could control me with your puny little dick
But it turns out you ain’t nothin more than a pathetic prick
Women don’t want a washed up faggot
So get the fuck out, I ain’t havin it
Go out flawsin and flashin your cash
We’ll all roll their eyes, we don’t want your false flash
Keep thinkin you’re the man, playin the big bit
But we all know what you really are...a pathetic piece of
shit
You thought you broke me, thought you twisted my heart
But think again asshole, I’m not coming apart
My life's better with out you, I'm movin on
I've experienced so much more, now that you're gone
So go crawl back in your fucked up hole
With a man like you, I'm better off alone... |
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Enemies |
I'm kickin' back feelin the beat
My body sways cause the sounds so sweet
The music's infectious, I'm feelin a buzz
My hips slowy move, my mind feels like fuzz
Some chick steps up, starts pointin' some fingers
My eyes whip around and stop to linger
A blood red haze distorts my gaze
My blood boils, ether runs through my veins
This fucking bitch must be crazy
Running her hands all over my baby
Arch enemies since the day we were born
We've left each other bruised, battered and torn
By now you'd think she'd learned her lesson
But apparently it's time to pull out the Smith and Wesson
I'm across the club in two seconds flat
Knock the bitch in her mouth, she lands on her back
Looming over her I pull put my gun
Play times over bitch, this shit ain't fun
She struggles to her knees, starts beggin' please
I laugh at her pathetic attempt to appease
I wave the gun around to torture and tease
I want her to feel my wrath while I bask in the aftermath
I didn't want this bitch, you chose this path
It may be crazy and a bit extreme
But I don't give a fuck bitch, bow down to the queen... |
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