Kay what did I do to you, you had me thrown in jail so I just told you the truth about what the statements said, you’re the one who always told me to have manners when you don’t even have a feeling of remorse for what you put me through

Lately my mom does nothing but call the police and my girlfriend does nothing but worry about what’s in her bank account more than me, they both are good friends and got drunk and talked bad about me all the time and that’s the truth

I know it wouldn’t be right to murder anyone because I’ve got a bright future ahead but these women make me feel bad like it’s their job and I never took the first negative action, they did

All I can do is resist the beast inside of me trying extremely hard to come out and murder both of them, it is an attractive idea to the beast inside

I have to tell you some things before I go to jail, my girlfriend and mother treated me bad as they both put me in jail and when I got out acted like they didn’t do anything

I’m tired of liars and I’m doomed to nothing but lies if I stay with you, your deceit cuts off the circulation to my thinking, how are you so fucked up I don’t understand your intentions, every time I talk to you you’re talking about things that having nothing to do with right now

You don’t love me but you love alcohol, every word you say to me degrades my IQ, I’ve told you the same thing over and over and you still don’t understand so you should pray for insight

I can’t believe a thing you say because you’re a pathological liar, you say you love me but you treat me like a cut of meat. So stay away from me you’re getting old (literally and metaphorically) and I’ll be cursed if I let you in my heart and don’t seal off my emotions for you

You tell me how much your friends dislike my music and how they want to hurt me but did you tell them what you did for me to feel like I should make songs for you? Or do you just stay on the same bullshit argument that we’ve already had a million times that always ended up in me being right? If you miss me so much and want to see me every day then why don’t you come over instead of making plans every chance you could have to be with me?

Get ready for a long drawn out conflict, are you ready hooker? For me to tell the world that you were addicted to my dick? You might make me go from talking about life problems to horrifying things. You only wanted sex from me so you’re definitely a whore