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Betty strikes again! The details don't matter; it's too typical. Of course I got the confused, "why are you acting like this," look. Again, typical. But when "home sweet home" gets me down, I put on some music that reflects my mood. It usually calms me down...eventually:

"Kill You" - Eminem; Marshall Mathers LP
When I just a little baby boy,My momma used to tell me these crazy things
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,She used to tell me he hated me
But then I got a little bit older and I realized, she was the crazy one
And there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it
`Cause that’s just the way she was
They said I can’t rap about bein broke no moreThey ain’t say I can’t rap about coke no more(ahhh!) slut, you think I won’t choke no whoreTil the vocal cords don’t work in her throat no more? !(ahhh!) these motherfuckers are thinkin I’m playinThinkin I’m sayin the shit cause I’m thinkin it just to be sayin it(ahhh!) put your hands down bitch, I ain’t gon’ shoot youI’ma pull +you+ to this bullet, and put it through you(ahhh!) shut up slut, you’re causin too much chaosJust bend over and take it like a slut, okay ma? Oh, now he’s raping his own mother, abusing a whore,Snorting coke, and we gave him the rolling stone cover? You God damn right bitch, and now it’s too lateI’m triple platinum and tragedies happen in two statesI invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitchesVain vicadin, vrinnn vrinnn, vrinnn! {*chainsaw revs up*}Texas chainsaw, left his brains allDanglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs onBlood, guts, guns, cutsKnives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

Chorus:
Bitch i’ma kill you! you don’t wanna fuck with me
Girls neither - you ain’t nuttin but a slut to me
Bitch i’ma kill you! you ain’t got the balls to beef
We ain’t gon’ never stop beefin I don’t squash the beef
You better kill me! i’ma be another rapper deadFor poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn’ta said
But when they kill me - I’m bringin the world with me
Bitches too! you ain’t nuttin but a girl to me..
I said you don’t, wanna fuck with shady (cause why?)
Cause shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)
I said you don’t, wanna fuck with shady (why?)
Cause shady, will fuckin kill you..

Bitch i’ma kill you! like a murder weapon, i’m a conceal you In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up! I’m tryin to develop these pictures of the devil to sell ’em I ain’t acid rap, but I rap on acid Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added Whoops! is that a subliminal hint? no! Just criminal intent to sodomize women again Eminem offend? no! eminem insult And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse To do it again, then, if he does it againYou’ll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th(ahhhhhhhh!) bitch i’ma kill you, I ain’t done this ain’t the chorus I ain’t even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four timesIn a tub but that’s normal ain’t it norman? Serial killer hidin murder material In a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we’re out of our medicine Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in
Chorus
Eh-heh, know why I say these things? Cause lady’s screams keep creepin in shady’s dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn’t have to pay these shrinks This eighty g’s a week to say the same things tweece!Twice? whatever, I hate these things Fuck shots! I hope the weed’ll outweigh these drinks Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows Just to argue with ’em cause their ratings stink? Fuck that! I’ll choke radio announcer to bouncer From fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of her From principal to the student body and counselor From in-school to before school to out of school I don’t even believe in breathin I’m leavin air in your lungsJust to hear you keep screamin for me to seep it Okay, I’m ready to go playI got the machete from o.j. I’m ready to make everyone’s throats ache You faggots keep eggin me on Til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop? Shut up! give me your hands and feetI said shut up when I’m talkin to you You hear me? answer me!
Chorus
Hahaha, I’m just playin ladies
You know I love you - NOT

holla@me posted by MobiusRazor at 19:55