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The Game

You're pretty, but I          
have several more              
and you              
play games            
that I've seen              
all before.            
I'm not the kind, who  
is manipulated,              
nor the one to be jaded,            
and at the rate you're            
going, you're bound to              
get mistreated.            
You fit my type, everything            
is there, I take what I want,              
and if you think              
I'm stupid enough              
to chase,              
then you ain't              
nothing but a waste.              
Here you are              
dancing like a hoe, and            
I'd love to care, but my            
self-esteem just isn't            
that low. Investing              
in you I'm bound to get              
jipped and pussy whipped,            
but fuck that, I'd rather            
be a disgrace to this            
human race, and while I'm            
at it, I might as well take shots            
of cum to the face.            
I'm not ideal, but you'd              
love to cup a feel.              
Sex so good, your ex wishes            
he could. Even your Mom              
feens for this wood.              
What can I say, girls curl            
there toes and scream my              
name, and putting            
you on a pedestal              
just wouldn't            
be the same.              
I'm not the one to blame.            
I just don't want to play your            
You're so cute              
the way you try to retort,            
but whether you like              
it or not, the ball is              
in my court.              
Past relationships              
you've always been              
the man, but this time,            
I got the upper hand.            
mind has been
chopped and              
Feeling frisky and naughty at the            
club, you send me these sexy            
pictures of you in the nude.            
So you ain't gotta            
play games, and be mean.            
This crazy fiend can fuck            
you better than James Dean.  
Written by Blake25
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