Two Cent Whore
She walked down the alley and spotted a man
with the flick of her wrist she slit his throat and ran
a mile away about an hour before
she spotted the man with a two cent whore
she followed her husband when he left her bed
into the dark night, she wanted him dead
he cheated on her with a nameless girl
the thought of his actions made her hurl
So now he is gone because she made it that way
Dead in an alley is where he now lay
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