There is NEVER a good enough reason.
To please a Bi*ch like her
Because all a little mong like u wanna do..
is STARE..and Bi*ch and STIR
U think your ways the right way..
Well so you think at the time
And just looking at ur messed up face
U can tell your just the kind..
U make up stuff to despise me
And tell all the other girls too
But I still think ur bullsh!t
From start 2 end..I knew
The worst thing is u girls all follow her
And think shes real and true
But U NEED to realise shes a joke
And a BIMBO tha aint got a clue!
She makes out she really needs you
For her Bi*ch problems and her needs
But the silly cows just using u
In ones..In twos..In threes
But if you haven\\\'t met sum1 like her
You\\\'ll never know the game
At watching all ur friends leave
And following her down in SHAME
Your other friends seem 2 wanna ditch you
And follow HER round like queen
The Bi*ch wants you for a day or 2
Or forever so it seems
And then some-one lets you know..
Just what they think about you..
And still u wont admit
That everyfink they say is true
But still this poem aint gna change you
U\\\'ll still be the fake Bi*ch..Still thinking ur fame
But still its always been the same
That you aint EVER gunna change
But still today, I laugh at you
U still think its ur place!
But I WONT ever look up 2..
Ull always be my remind of wot i like 2 call..DISCRASE
