Be my friend upto my face,
Compliment my unsteady race,
Against the slander and the hate,
You dare to say that you can relate.

You slag me off behind my back,
Like a dead bird stuck in a wine rack,
You rate me like a lepered hobo,
In a game of spine-snapping LIMBO!

Upto my face you're lovely and nice,
But when I turn you're full malice,
And my boyfriend you try to entice,
I SHALL SMITE YOU WITH PUBIC LICE*!

You're not my friend, you never have been,
Real friends pick you up off of the train-tracks,
You seen to judge only on what you've seen,
So just shut the fuck up and look at the facts,
You're a flirtatious slut who can't relax.

I've seen through your lying eyes,
Seen past the fiction and through the lies,
I can see the things others don't,
Don't think you'll get away with it, cos you won't.

I will see you in your dreams,
Torture you just to hear your screams,
I just wanna see you rot in a beasts killing embrace,
A grotesque locked onto your face.

You leant over and tried to undo his belt,
But he was asleep and didn't know,
I'd love to just let you writhe there with angry red welts,
As I smash your head in with the buckle!

YAR TEE TAR TEE TARRRRRRRR!
*And Genital Harpies, HIV and Crabs to top it off you fucking slag.;) Aww,
my mum always told me to share! Guess what, I'll share it with all you
FUCKING FLIRTACIOUS SLUTS while I'm at it, shall I? You fucking scum.
Ah, now THIS got rid of alotta anger.;)