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"Judged"
I get judged everytime i go out in public.
I hear from the voices "Look at that fat bastard".
I ain't gonna deny that fact i already know it.
They say "Look at the fat bastard,he's a retard."
Little do these pricks know i got the mind of a lunatic.
I hear the voices within telling me to follow they asses home and give they throats an ear to ear slit.
Then i come to my senses and say to myself them bitches ain't worth shit.
Who the fuck are they to judge me?
who the fuck are they to say shit about me?
Them fucks don't know not one thing about me personally.
If they really did know me.
They would know not to fuck with me.
I get judged for the dumbest shit by these dumb fuck tards.
My clothes,my house,my car,my friends.
To all of them i'm just a bucket of lard.
To them i'm a loser piece of shit who doesn't have much ends.
All this shit i see and hear and these bitches wanna label me as one of the nobodies
One of the unfortunates that wander through life like a lump of crap.
Calm down i must calm the voices in my head down.
Sometimes they nod it off and deal a frown.
Other times the voices direct me to instructions for making all these mother fuckers miserable,make they asses fucking suffer.
Put sugar in their gas tank,slash open their car tires,in they mailbox shove in their fuckin stinkin smelly no good for nothing but shitting in my yard cat.
Whatever happened to the saying "Only God can judge me?
I know i know i shouldn't allow them to get on my nerves like this.
Mean while i have dreams of on their faces taking a hot steamy piss.
I don't judge them yet they judge me.
When i look upon them i see what they neglect to see.
Their full of pride,full of envy,full of every seven deadly sin there is.
The only word that comes to my mind when i see them,they are nothing but bitches.
They may have judged my sorry ass.
But it's their lips that are gonna be kissing my sweaty smelly hairy ass.
I don't give a fuck,never have never will.
No matter what society thinks or say's i'll always be the same mother fucker,still.
I hear from the voices "Look at that fat bastard".
I ain't gonna deny that fact i already know it.
They say "Look at the fat bastard,he's a retard."
Little do these pricks know i got the mind of a lunatic.
I hear the voices within telling me to follow they asses home and give they throats an ear to ear slit.
Then i come to my senses and say to myself them bitches ain't worth shit.
Who the fuck are they to judge me?
who the fuck are they to say shit about me?
Them fucks don't know not one thing about me personally.
If they really did know me.
They would know not to fuck with me.
I get judged for the dumbest shit by these dumb fuck tards.
My clothes,my house,my car,my friends.
To all of them i'm just a bucket of lard.
To them i'm a loser piece of shit who doesn't have much ends.
All this shit i see and hear and these bitches wanna label me as one of the nobodies
One of the unfortunates that wander through life like a lump of crap.
Calm down i must calm the voices in my head down.
Sometimes they nod it off and deal a frown.
Other times the voices direct me to instructions for making all these mother fuckers miserable,make they asses fucking suffer.
Put sugar in their gas tank,slash open their car tires,in they mailbox shove in their fuckin stinkin smelly no good for nothing but shitting in my yard cat.
Whatever happened to the saying "Only God can judge me?
I know i know i shouldn't allow them to get on my nerves like this.
Mean while i have dreams of on their faces taking a hot steamy piss.
I don't judge them yet they judge me.
When i look upon them i see what they neglect to see.
Their full of pride,full of envy,full of every seven deadly sin there is.
The only word that comes to my mind when i see them,they are nothing but bitches.
They may have judged my sorry ass.
But it's their lips that are gonna be kissing my sweaty smelly hairy ass.
I don't give a fuck,never have never will.
No matter what society thinks or say's i'll always be the same mother fucker,still.
Published 16th May 2013
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Anonymous
26th May 2013 2:28pm
lmao with tears but definitely true, I like your words, there's humor and high sadness. One thing about life, whether you're doing good or bad, people are still going to talk about you.
9th Sep 2013 7:38pm
This is my situation exactly, though I am on the other end of the spectrum - short and skinny. It's a real bitch, but after a while, I don't even notice it all that much.
