Can you make me feel for you?

I don't think so, 'cause I hate you, bitch

You fucking little trick-ass motherfucking whore

And I don't like you anymore

Because you seem to fly a piece of kunta kinte burn

And everybody wants a motherfucking turn on me

But they can't have it, bitch

Because you lied, and I'm sick of your shit

You better go

Sore

Now we ride, motherfucker

Now listen up, you fucking bitch

I can't even think about you without getting sick

Well, you thought you knew me

Well, nobody does

So leave me alonе and back the fuck up

Because you don't еven know that shit you put me through

So get a life and get a fucking dream

'cause my life's fucked up

It's fucked, fuck

Sore

Now let me tell you about myself

I'm a little child inside

And I know that you tried to hurt me

When I was hooked on all of your damn lies

So, please, you don't need me

And I don't need this shit from you, whore

You just lied to me over and over

And filled me with blankets of bore

Because you get me one, and then you get me twice

But then you lied again last night

And I ain't taking your shit, you punk

I ain't gonna be with you

If you're gonna rise from the big grave

I get sore

Sore

I'm so fucking sick

Oh, you bitch

Now, please, let me see what you care for

'cause everybody wants to play with my pistol smoke

But they don't know me, and they judge me again

And that's why my self esteem is low

Because you're wrong

Wrong

I don't give a fuck about anybody