NOT WHOM YOU SEEM TO BE , by Rebecca Elizabeth Pineda Subscribe to rss feed for Rebecca Elizabeth Pineda

YOUR ONE FUCKEN UGLY OLD
LADY WHO SHOULD HAVE CROAKED
I HATE YOU SO MUCH INSIDE
TO ME YOUR A FUCKEN JOKE.

YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE TELLING
OTHER'S HOW TO LIVE
WHEN DEEP DOWN INSIDE YOU
KNOW IT'S YOU WHO KILLED YOUR KID.

YOU STUPID BITCH I HATE
WHO YOU ARE.
WHERE YOU COME FROM ISN'T
ALL THAT HARD.

HAVING A HEART LIKE YOUR'S
THAT'S GONE SOUR
FUCK YOU AND ALL YOU BELIEVE
ALL THAT  SHIT WITCH POWER.

TRY THAT MOVE WITH GOD THROW
THE CARD'S SEE HOW FAR YOU GET
I'D BET YOU'D RATHER CROAK THEN
SEE WHAT ELSE COME'S NEXT.

YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE WITH
ME BITCH THOUGHT I'D BE LIKE YOU
THERE'S SOMETHING YOU CAN'T
CONTROL AND THAT'S HOW MUCH YOU HATE THE TRUTH.

PURO LIE'S TALKING SHIT TAKING
PEOPLE'S MONEY
TO HELL WITH YOU GRANDMA
I'D RATHER BE POOR CAUSE HELL ISN'T FUNNY.

          THE END
Posted: 2013-06-08 03:48:32 UTC

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