You’s were cool with each other Then you were like your mother And you fought and tried to shove her But the wasn’t until You fill’d Her head with hurtful things that made her wanna kill But she kept her cool Because she’s not a fool Unlike you, ghetto kid she left you to drool All over the hateful words you said And the things she said back led You to get fed Up with her real quick And you even kick’d Her out of the house, you make me sick And you continued with your childish game I have to say you’re pretty lame It’s a real shame You chose to do what you did You’ll get yours kid You had the can and you hid It behind your back knowing What you were going To do to that poor girl and you were showing All your ghetto buds thinking you a tough guy Then you pushed and shoved her to the ground and she started to cry Then came the can and she asked you why? And you raised you hand with the can in it You came closer threatening to hit But you mom came home and you were like oh zit She came in and started yelling at you For calling her a Jew She asked why’d you do? You said” she called me computer a piece of junk And that I smelled like funk And I look like and ugly monk They continued to yell and fight I guess she’ll never forget that night Because I don’t know if things might Ever go back to be The same was because she Is still angry inside and that she is meBirth sign: Capricorn
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