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B Word.


You sit on a high horse man,

Constantly complaining and throwing fits, 

Oh did I mention you're a grown ass man?

How about you calm those tits,

sure you didn't get your chicken for din din,

no need to sit in your room and pout.

But let's not pretend

We all know you sit in that room and no doubt

Smoke that weed 

Netflix watching is a norm,

If I looked I could probably find some anal beads

because you let life fuck you over and you never conform.

Your sister is struggling with several health and mental probs,

and instead of helping you trash that room

and let her suffer, working up to four jobs

and you have the nerve to zoom

on by in that shitty car and never offer to help out in some way?

Instead you piss and moan

about not having a bae?

Maybe you should get one on loan,

Prostitution is the new thing nowadays.

You're upset that you could never be the best friend

that my baby had always been,

Yet, you say I don't want us to end.

Wow, men.

I have a man who is the world to me,

and you tried to take advantage since he wasn't here,

yet you could never be

What he is to me, We're

In this togther,

Always and forever.

So with that being said,

What are you gonna do next?

Probably lay in bed

and send everybody some bullshit ass text 

Instead of getting up and acting like a man,

You're probably just gonna lay on your back and

act like the little bitch that you've always been.

 

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