167 – Fightin’ Words

Don't tell me how to live my life 
Look what you already did to yours 
Shitshows shouldn't try an encore 

You aren't God, a dog, nor my wife 
So 180° & walk out that door or 
Get frisky with the filthy floor 

Come closer, I wanna test my knife 
Sharpened both edges, dull no more 
My words cut cold like fresh hoar 

Stop sucking dick, prick, STI rife 
You aren't? My bad, I was unsure 
You must just sound like a whore