Whatever's Wrong With That Bitch, I Don't Care
Poem by: DLCannon
Whatever's Wrong With That Bitch, I Don't Care
Whatever's Wrong With That Bitch, I Don't Care
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Beat my brains out
With the sounds of love
Love of money
Nothing to do
So I opened up this book
What's it to you?
Hell
I am dead
But in 18 days
__I'll be reincharnated
18 numbers on my 'phone
__still blocked
____because of one bitch
Who killed my pops
But I ain't doing nothing to her
She'll either get another abortion
__and go to Hell in reality
Or be stuck with a 4rth. kid
Nothing I do to her
__can bring my dad back
Even if I killed her
That truth hurts
But God will punish her for me
It ain't my fault she's evil
These are my words
Fuck what she tells you about me
Fuck what she already has said
And if you like to mack
Fuck that bitch in her head
Drill a hole in her brain
Fuck her brain in
Who cares if she'll be dead?
She killed Anthony too
She even set upthe car wreck I had
That forced me to take a life
And for what?
I never knew her in highschool
She's full of it
And she's out of it
Thinks everything is my fault
Well, killing my dad did not make
__me fall
I got anough cashflow to leave
__Purgatory
I don't care if it's not
A Heaven destination for me
I'm free not to have bitches
__like that ho
Talk shit about me for
__where I live
To every woman who could
__possibly get to know me
She could say whatever she wants
__to cunts in this town
I won't be around
So where will her proof be?
Nowhere where she can point me out
Anymore
To any whore
I never wanted a vally girl anyways
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08-14-'10 #3
D. L. Cannon
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