I'm getting out while I can still count these murders
on only one hand. I'm throught looking after you,
second guessing your
next move. Lock the doors, turn
out the lights. The Wolves are out tonight. Playing
that s****y bass. So, you get your kicks using
my
daughter and my wife as target practice? Well, how do
you like that shaft straight up your a*s? And I'll
damn you right in
your tongue. You have used that
grinning "no english" crap for the last time on me.
And, since when a shot of paint elevate the
classes?
You run around real cute with your rainbows, like we
dont know. Like we care. So, look away when you see
me, just look
away. It never ends for me. Like it the
fourth neverending. Yeah, you're real brave roughing
this. Until you have children of your
own. There is no
pride in these chances.