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This to god i swear

Im glad your moving and gettin the hell outta here

So I wont have to deal with your ass over there

Your personality is something i cant stand to bear

Bitch dont get me started with your hair

Along with that fake smile u wear

And the fact we cant have friends to share

Or when we in public gettin that awkward stare

U told me to grow a pair and i grew a pair

So i put out flame and u dont think its fair

To tell u the truth i dont fucking care

U wanted me to fix things that i wouldnt dare

Id rather end up in the electric chair

So what if my heart is filled with hatred

I wouldnt have it any other way instead

Shit dont get fixed unless theres blood shed

After the lies and bullshit u fed

I wouldnt get back with u Id rather be dead

Hanging by a rope in the shed

U aint even phased by what i just said

U couldnt force a tear to shed

The only reason your eyes may be red

Cuz your sittin blazed in bed

So fuck you bitch i hope u die instead