You are the worst of your kind
Your running through my mind
Get out my head
Throw yourself in hole
You little caniving mole
These couplet poems don't mean a thing to you
Trying to ryhme so you can get a clue
It doesn't even matter
I don't even care
But as I turn blue
You will rue
Because I play it so cool
And you look like a fool
You know who you are
And if you speak up I will give you a scar
No it's not about you
But man, I bet you think so to
Don't look at me that way
I took the clue
I am no longer parched of you
So don't flatter yourself
Because you no longer make me blue
