I Miss You

 
guess what i hate you
i rather slip on shit then kiss you
you have no fucking clue
sometimes i feel like grabbing my tennis shoe and hit you
make your pretty face look like black and blue
its funny i treat you like dog shit and you come back like deja vu
what the fuck is wrong with you
fuck shampoo- washing your ugly hair with powder blue
i just got a trust issue
for now i will send you a syrian gas missile  
the truth will set me free
and you still on my dick and sweating me
still fucking skinny drinking green tea
i rather drink iced tea
my erotic poetry is so sick and krazy
my mind is so free
thats why the devil left me the only hell's key
next time you tell me you miss me
please tell everybody what you gave me
fucking hepatitis b
Some would say you had great pussy
 so good that it makes me fucking nut
Most women fall in this fucking category
somewhat call a fucking true smut