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Ouch.
Ouch you got shit twisted.
You made me FLINCH, I am not your fucking bitch.
Blood pours down my face, your fucking sick!
Your not sorry or remorseful.
You place blame, and call me a lame,
Bitch, nigger, and whore what's next.
You tried to destroy me leaving me half dead,
But guess what I too can leave a scar from ear to ear,
with a bitter taste when I fear no more.
You made me FLINCH, I am not your fucking bitch.
Blood pours down my face, your fucking sick!
Your not sorry or remorseful.
You place blame, and call me a lame,
Bitch, nigger, and whore what's next.
You tried to destroy me leaving me half dead,
But guess what I too can leave a scar from ear to ear,
with a bitter taste when I fear no more.
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