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MI5:
- Friendship is over, now things are complex
- From doing homework, to having oral sex
- Now she wants my phone after I get a text
- I’m super confused; it feels like I’m a suspect
- It’s crazy, other girls I have to reject
- We used to be friends, now she’s laying on my deck
- At my house, the deck where the door intersects
- She’s always fucking here, she never ejects
- She’s clinging to me, and she’s breaking her neck
- When a girl walks by and I notice her chest
- I'm a man, so what the fuck do you expect?
- I can’t ignore my package, this isn't FedEx
- She’s giving evil stares, and I am perplexed
- I got into this without thinking ‘bout the effects
- This girl’s France, she wants me to be Quebec
- She’s so insane, makes me wanna get with my ex
- I can’t fucking trust these women
- They always change after the first date
- Once we’re together, I’m on the mission
- To escape before it’s too late
- I wanna leave, but sex blurs my decision
- I can’t let them lure me back into a relationship that’s like a prison
- I need to break it off; yeah I’m on a mission
- So there was only one that was my friend before
- The rest were randoms that I had to score
- I look in horror, up on the scoreboard
- I’m losing one to four; from this girl I feel I’m bored
- Insane; deranged she is, that’s for sure
- She’s passive aggressive, her anger’s obscure
- Won’t tell me what’s wrong, her voice is a blur
- She’s asking me questions, she’s insecure
- All I know is she’s a bitch, I know that for sure
- She’s always high on her ego, her thoughts are slurred
- She’s infected with ‘slut’, and I can’t find a cure
- She is evil as fuck, infectiously far from pure
- She wants this or that, and she is unsure
- She is crazy as fuck, so proud of all her allure
- She is deaf, so three times I say ‘that you’re’
- Stupid as fuck, you were created for leisure
- I can’t fucking trust these women
- They always change after the first date
- Once we’re together, I’m on the mission
- To escape before it’s too late
- I wanna leave, but sex blurs my decision
- I can’t let them lure me back into a relationship that’s like a prison
- I need to break it off; yeah I’m on a mission
- You see, it’s kind of hard to escape
- Her ass is as fat as an apple crepe
- Plus she has that sexy curved shape
- Like thick in the chest, she ejects a perfect frame
- But I got her used, like a VHS tape
- She was rewound so much, about as firm as a cake
- She’s so much of a bitch that no one wants her for rape
- Her words are absurd, so fuck her; she’s got her heart in a crate
- She’s lost all of her beauty, with a nose like a grape
- And she’s got so much hair, bitch looks like an ape
- She’s bullshit in and out, this bitch is fucking fake
- Her mouth has been open so much, that shit is gaped
- Every month, every year, this bitch snitches every day
- Rats on her friends and tools and fools the faint
- She is as dead as a ghost, but most she’s always awake
- And I see heartless zombie when her heart is X rayed
- I can’t fucking trust these women
- They always change after the first date
- Once we’re together, I’m on the mission
- To escape before it’s too late
- I wanna leave, but sex blurs my decision
- I can’t let them lure me back into a relationship that’s like a prison
- I need to break it off; yeah I’m on a mission
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