Who the hell do you think you are, thinking you shine like a brilliant star, with your tommy jeans and buttoned up polo shirt, you look like a fag, that I'll push in the dirt, who the hell do you think you are, spitting lashing words, driving that flashy car, chains of gold wrapped around your scrauny neck, god I wish they'd choke you in a milli-sec, who the hell do you think you are, thinking you shine like a brilliant star?
Reason for writing:
Just fucking around and this was the out come. Took me like
a second to write it. haha
Birth sign: Virgo
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