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HATE ME

I'm begging you to despise me please

I'm a walking contradiction and 

I think my shit don't stink 


You gotta hate me man,

I spit on your mother's pussy

Then I go and write about how

good it felt

POORLY.

like this: "ur m0ms puss is liek fukin dank. ima start makin milkshakes wit dat ass"

I'm a POSER I 

think I'M SOMEONE

But it's your job

to rip the stitches 

and have me burst at the seams

Because you know best?

Of course you know best

You winded old bag,

You see me

You touch me

And you talk to me

everyday 

You know me better

than my own mother

(who you should hate for bringing me into this world. That vile reptile. ) 

I am JUVENILE and stupid

I don't know which way is up

down but all I know I don't know shit about

So what I  want you to

is hate me till your

eyes bust open and you 

bleed blue all over those

cum-stained motel 6 sheets


Go ahead motherfuckers, do your worst. 

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