My words may be weapons
But you deserve every blow
And I can assure you
The bruises won't show
I'll break you down
To pieces so small
I'll be on your back
Until you fall
I'll witness every failure
And ruin every wish
Just like you did
To this "stupid little bitch"
But everything has an outcome
And I'll introduce you to yours.
You'll be screaming in agony
Down on all fours
A kick in the back of the head
As i walk away
I'll kill you myself
If i continue to stay
So consider yourself lucky
As i walk out the door
You'll probably never get
What I had in store
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