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Just Some Shit That Needs To Be Said

Oh, you won’t to give the world a peak of my pedigree  
You will never bring this melanin Queen down to her kness  
You think you got the game on lock  
I floss with bitches like you, and then you pay me quite well to make my cherry pop  
If I’m not satisfied, your mouth feeling the diss of my glock  
Walking around here with your chest all stuck the fuck out  
I peeped your game, and it lacks that clout  
Don’t get the game twisted, like you the shit  
I was the one who read your musing before you think you became legit  
Inscribing to me like you did me a solid service  
Join the army mothafucker if my non-receptive makes you nervous  
Recycled jargon I’ve read time after time  
Yeah you go on and lust off those emailed nude pics, already been bought and paid for through your Pay Pal, just so I can stay on your mind  
No shame in my butter rum skin game, feel free to circle them around  
Got your tongue tied, and now losing your damn mind  
Yahoo, Gmail, Skyping, begging to see my clit  
Private viewing sessions you've paid for to watch me finger my slit  
Then smearing my essence all over my screen and then my lips  
In my videos, breasts all perky looking so fine, yeah, I know I’m the shit  
Hum… how many did I send you out of sheer luck, you crazy nut
So, kill that blackmailing  noise like you my corner pimp, what the fuck  
You won't be the first or the last so kiss my ass  
Polluting lies to the brain, ain’t nothing changed  
Do remember I know  your credit card number, your license plate, and your fake ass screen name  
Therefore, when you think about coming at me  
You better do it in silence, or that’s your ass, and I will not give up until Hell freezes  
Damn, you so mentally twisted, those letters you fool were all a tease  
You best believe, no more , not my fault you been banned from me  
You show up at my job parking lot again, security will bring you down and then I will burn your ass at four hundred degrees  
Oh you make me sick, you limp dick  
Stay in your damn lame, this is all the warning you will ever receive  
There’s a thin line between fucking and trying to fuck with me and the nine lives I lead  
You cross me bitch I swear on my grann you will bleed  
You fucking  bastard, and I know you read this site, clown  
 
Signed, Fuck You ..ooo  
 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
I have never written an anger poem …sorry guys for the harsh language ..but damn it feels fucking liberating to the intended bitch who will read it
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