Friday, September 02, 2005

Clone Wars Day- 97
See, I don't, know why
You cryin like a bitch Talkin' shit like a snitch Why you, write a song bout me
If you really didn't care, you wouldn't wanna share Tellin' everybody just how you feel
Fuck, what I did, was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean jack Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back
Fuck, what I did, was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean jack Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back
You thought you could really make me moan I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha) I had to do your friend Now you want me to come back, you must be smokin' crack I'm goin else where and that's a fact
Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proudFuck all those nights you thought you broke my back Well, guess what yo, your sex was wack
Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud Fuck it, I faked it, I'll rent you out Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back Well guess what yo, your sex was wack
Whoa, whoa Uh uh yeah
Whoa, whoa Uh uh yea
Whoa, whoa Uh uh yea
Whoa, whoa Uh uh yea
You questioned, did I careMaybe I would howl if you wanna come to me Now it's over But I do, admit I'm glad I didn't catch your crabs I can't swear bad cause I got to go
Fuck, what I did, was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean jack Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back
I found the other half of the Fuck It saga. The first one was done by Eamon. This other one was done by Frankee. It's really a stab back at the guy. I felt shocked at how she hit back. Damn she's tellin' it all!

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