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Submitted:May 23, 2011    Reads: 92    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Love. Squash that fucking bug.

Get off me, don't let it touch me.

Please I'm down on my knees, sorry dick but that won't choke me

I can please you, I just want to tease you

Just don't be suprised when I'm the one who leaves you

Because I only fuck around with the boys who got issues

Blow it out in me, I'm your tissue.

Scared but at least I'm prepared, they all use the same tools and I'm just a hoe

But that don't make sense do it though?

This bitch supposed to be blowing up your phone

This chick's supposed to be the pussy-cat rubbing up on your ego

Routine. She doesn't know a Goddamn thing,

She's supposed to hold her phone and wait till it rings

She's supposed to adjust her life around when I say I'm free

Why don't you come at me?

Now she's blocking me, why ain't she stalking me??

This bitch don't play by the rules of the game

Oh wait...

She played me





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