Don't Say Another Fucking Word
You can run your mouth you can make your fun,But you son-of-a-bitch if you see me you better run,
I can only take so much of your bullshit,
I have met my limit I getting tired of it,
See my mind gets confused and I get mad,
When you mother fuckers talk about my dad,
I get angry and bizarre pretty quick,
You better watch what you say you prick,
I'll fuck up your face and your clothes,
Then I'll even fuck up your slut ass hoes,
Now you can yell at me and get up in my grill,
But if you talk about my dad get ready to be killed,
I will not tolerate it I won't stand for that,
If my hands don't do the trick I'll use a bat,
This is no threat it's a swear on my life,
And if the bat doesn't work I'll slit you with a knife,
So you better back off of my family and friends,
Or else I may not know exactly how this story ends!
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-03-31 at 05:37
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