What a Wild World We live in

You’re a Sick Fucking Fuck.

You’re going to be a father. Yet, ONE LAST TIME, before the baby comes… you gotta hook up with another niggas baby’s mother. What the fuck is wrong with you? Like you’re sexually attracted to chunky girls. YOU HATE FAT GIRLS.

You’re only doing this to hurt me. And you don’t even realize that I don’t care about your flings. You just have some fucking issues that need to be addressed. You need an evaluation. You need to know that you’re not better than god. No one’s showing you signs. YOU’RE NOT A PROPHET. (I snapped!)

Laughing Stock.

See, the thing about you is, you’re not your own person. You follow the crowd and you make up lies similar to shit that’s happening in my life or my friends lives to make yourself seem like you’re one of us. You’re just strange. Nothing about you is appealing anymore. And you speak of my bedroom romps like you know me. Like you’re not the real slut sleeping with men to feel loved. You’re just being worn out. And used. You’re the laughing stock of all my friends. We look at you and the shit you do and just crack up. Because you’re crazy and it’s not the tolerable kind anymore.

See you, you’re hiding some deep dark secret. If you just wanted to ignore me and act like I don’t care, why not do that instead of stringing me along the way you are? Am I retarded to think we have chemistry? Or maybe they’re all right and you really are gay. Because that little date you tried to set up was either to see him or to see me. But you throw the mixest of signals. This is why you’ll probably never find a match. You’re confusing. And if you thought that you could be a respectable gay guy with your small stature and smaller parts. You’ll be the laughing stock of the gay community. I set my standards low with you. I think it’s time for me to raise the bar.

Naybody, Nathan, Nayne

Sometimes I care about Nathan.
Other times, I really don’t.
Naybody can really tell me what to do.
I follow my own rules.
When people say Nay to me I smack ‘em in the face.
Cause I make my own rules and I aint havin Nayne of that BOYS NOIZE.