My stalker
He rocks it
His crude
Screams mood
I’m falling
His offering
Can’t pass
up
Tell him to
stop
Threaten the
cops
Doesn’t
listen
Like a
piston
Fires me
That he
Desires me
Genuine
Is his pen
Think he’s a
Perfect ten
If truth be
known
Foul and
creepy
Ain’t a turn
on
Naturally
This jackass
Fuels my
wrath
Some sarcasm
While I vent
Unfriended
Must end
this
So here’s my
rant
Fuck off you
shit
Not buying
it
Annoying zit
Find someone
else
You can play
with
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