If I’m a b*tch then you’re a b*tch, your mom is a b*tch for having a b*tch, your dad is a b*tch for fucking a b*tch. Who’s the b*tch now, b*tch?
If you don’t like me remember it’s mind over matter; I don’t mind and you don’t matter.
If you knew what was good for you then, b*tch, you would just quit because regardless of your own opinion, you ain’t sh*t.
I’m gonna say what’s on my mind. I don’t care if I offend you. I really don’t like you and I’m sick of pretending I do.
It always has to be with you. If I write something mean in general it has to be about you, doesn’t it?
It’s like every time I hear your voice I wanna shoot myself. You have to be the most annoying person I know and your voice is like nails on the chalkboard.
Everyone has the ability to make others happy; some people do by entering a room and others by leaving it.
I ain’t your broccoli. Stop looking at me like I’m gross ’cause you know I’m not!