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Come on, bitch, take another pot-shot,

you're holding back now, give it all you've got,

because if you think that you're making me cry,

by calling me names and making me 'die',

then you are mistaken, my little friend,

you'll just feeding the fire that will be your end.



Stooping so low, calling of names,

but it is I that is winning, playing mind games,

you poor little soul, homicidal indeed,

you're just one of those annoying breed,

attention seeker, smothered little girl,

go on, get your guns, give 'em a whirl,

you can't bring me down, you'll just carry on,

trying to win, but losing all along.