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Duet of the Bitch and the Dog
Nora n Skillz:
I shot the windows of your
car,
and I had a reason for smashing
each and every one,
your side window
for every time I sat there and you
yelled at me.
for every moment you hit me
physically,
for every second you opened the
door and pulled my hair,
for every minute people couldn't
do anything but stare.
your back windows
for every time you pushed me in
n I screamed,
for every moment you abused me
sexually,
for every scratch on my lighter
skin,
for every second you had to
being.
your back windows
for every time I hated your guts,
for every minute you you said you
missed me a lot,
for every hour you forced me
into bed,
for every second I wish that
window was your head.
I shot the windows of your car!
my datsun 120y
stands a shell,
reeling from pain brought down
by your hand,
yes that trigger you did pull,
and yes you did feel good,
now it is my time to avenge,
say good bye to your stilletos,
and those tip toes you call
designer,
forgot prada does burn,
haha wait and see how swift they
go,
adios to your gucci bags,
oh that giuliani clutch you did
treasure,
sad sad they had to taste the
flames,
check the washer for your
dresses,
and the pawnshop for your
grandmas' ring,
just a little rage for my datsun,
Hahahaha
I shot the windows of your
car,
and I had a reason for smashing
each and every one,
your side window
for every time I sat there and you
yelled at me.
for every moment you hit me
physically,
for every second you opened the
door and pulled my hair,
for every minute people couldn't
do anything but stare.
your back windows
for every time you pushed me in
n I screamed,
for every moment you abused me
sexually,
for every scratch on my lighter
skin,
for every second you had to
being.
your back windows
for every time I hated your guts,
for every minute you you said you
missed me a lot,
for every hour you forced me
into bed,
for every second I wish that
window was your head.
I shot the windows of your car!
my datsun 120y
stands a shell,
reeling from pain brought down
by your hand,
yes that trigger you did pull,
and yes you did feel good,
now it is my time to avenge,
say good bye to your stilletos,
and those tip toes you call
designer,
forgot prada does burn,
haha wait and see how swift they
go,
adios to your gucci bags,
oh that giuliani clutch you did
treasure,
sad sad they had to taste the
flames,
check the washer for your
dresses,
and the pawnshop for your
grandmas' ring,
just a little rage for my datsun,
Hahahaha
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