contrary to popular belief

I’m not your aesthetically pleasing pocket pet

for you to gawk at when you see fit

you half wit limp dicked sorry son of a bitch

i could care less if you was laying in a ditch

you ain’t paying my bills and you aint giving me thrills

you ain’t inspiring shit

you ain’t buying me shit…!

why the fuck should i care?

if you breathe or push daisies

spent the last two years playing for pussy trying to play me

boy you crazy

and I’m sick too

for ever wasting a precious second of time on you

i gotta get back on road i gotta get on the move

so now

I’m leaving abruptly

because i meant to be rude