Smack-Talker
I hate how you lie,and start so much shit...
And then turn around and cry,
sayin people are callin you a bitch...
Everything you hear,
you twist and poison...
Youre really too much to bear,
a mooch, a burden...
"I like how your dress"
you say to her face.
"She's a joke and a mess"...
Yeah, well you're a disgrace...
Do you know how much shit
comes out of your mouth?
None? Not a bit?
You need to figure things out...
'Cause Honey, one day you'll look,
and there wont be any backup...
You'll get Life's full right hook,
and all the smack you talk will smack you up...
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