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Deranged

Na’ll bitch I got your ass strung up now
I suppose your bedtime lullabies supposed to enlighten me, wow
Fuck a gun, brass knuckles to your mouth, treating you like your father’s neglected child
Bitch, I gave the Devil, his due, hell, and the flaming fire
Then gave your deranged ass a free pass from the pit, which is about to expire
Bring it, I do not relent or tire
The tricks of the trade I taught you
When you were still talking to your shadow in the corner asking what to do
Open your mouth, tongue clipped first
Yes, I know it hurt
And this will  
Razoring your wrists for you, getting weak from my sickening thrills
And that’s not even the worst
Sticking my bloody tampon in your mouth, you talk too much shit
It’s time for a new cosmetic facelift
Hum…. a cut to your lips
Earrings yanked out… and you better not twitch
My power is given, fuck you and a crown
Wrists cuffed behind your back, now we get down
The only thing that’s gonna rise is my fire poker smoking your skin
Branding you as my hoe before this shit even begins
Blood rushing down from your nose
Upside down, my Pitbull licking up the reddish flow
Splitting that tight ass hole
Silly rabbit tricks are for kids
Shoveling a long-stem candle up your rectum then lighting the wick
Burn bitch  
I am not remotely done
Let me show a poser how shit is taken, not won
Gee, cut this bitch lose
You think you hallucinating, trying to calculate my every move
Dunking your head under water, flapping like a fish, legs thrasing
Inflicting pain has always been my passion
Not enough water pushing your head lower, say your silent prayers
You can lead a deranged bitch to the water, but you can’t make her drink, you are just a weak ass naysayer
Feeling my drift, burying you six feet under… you won’t be missed  
One thing I cannot stand, is when a cunt tries to dish, by smelling and then believing  her own shit
And still cannot understand the grounding of her own diss
You had enough... and I thought you were tuff, until me sho nuff
Its best you beware
You are now in my wicked lair
Come correct or bitch grow a pair
As a souvenir, pinky finger snapped, bending it all the way back
Oh, sweet music to my ears, hearing a cunt squeal when dealing with a deranged cat  
I will not be satisfied until you’re begging for instant release
My tattooed initials you now wear on your skin…say what… hell no, I do not understand the word, please
You came for this ass keep that in mind
I think I just find my psychotic Sub, bitch you now on my time
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.

Samuel Johnson
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