That cheatin', lyin' b*tch
Women, dont get offended but, when i wrote this, i was in an uncontrollable rage (and i had been drinking like prohibition's next week). I'm a beginner to this poetry thing but, here goes.
That cheatin, lying, b*tch.
I should've know the day i looked in your eyes
That your mind was full of corruption, deceit and lies
But all i could focus on was your face, & those thighs
I feel like a fool. All because of that cheatin, lying, b*tch.
I worked odd hours, never got much sleep
Made good money, so i couldn't be called cheap
If i gave you something, i wanted you to keep
But now im outraged, because of that cheatin, lying, b*tch.
I sacraficed friendships, bonds and connections
And my mind was all in the wrong direction
I thought that was love shooting out of this erection....
Because of that cheating, lying, no-good b*tch.
I found out the truth, can't believe i trusted your jive
My best friend really is my .45
Meet Mister Mossberg, you dirty, filthy whore
Women are never to be trusted no more
Im about to get locked up for sure.....
Because of that cheatin, lyin' no-good, slutty, sum-b*tch
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