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Jullia
My boots hit the pavement like gunshots, every step’s a countdown to when I rip that stupid face of yours apart. Ten fucking years and I still hear you laughing, still hear you and your little posse of dickless clowns calling me names, pushing me around like I was trash. Well, look at me now, asshole. Look what you built. Every surgery, every scar, every fucking drop of sweat, that's your legacy. This ass you’re gonna drool over? These tits about to suffocate you? All you. Congratulations, champ. Bet your wife doesn’t know what a fucking artist you are.
I can already picture your dumb fucking face when you open that door. Confused like always. Then the fear kicks in, oh yeah, I’ll see it, I’ll see it crawl back in your throat when you realize the freak you used to laugh at is here to own your fucking soul. I want to see you shrink, motherfucker. I want you to look up at me and know you’re fucked.
BANG BANG BANG I slam the door like I’m gonna break it down. Feel that, Hour? That’s me knocking.
Fucking suburbs, I swear to God I’m gonna puke.My voice comes out as a growl, these trimmed fucking lawns, picture-perfect houses, everyone playing their little happy fucking family game. It’s all fake, every single one of these fuckers lying to themselves. Just like HIM! Hiding in this dollhouse life, thinking he can erase what he did to me.
Fuck you, Hour!You think a ring and a white fence makes you safe? You think I forgot? Bitch, I never forgot.
My boots hit the pavement like gunshots, every step’s a countdown to when I rip that stupid face of yours apart. Ten fucking years and I still hear you laughing, still hear you and your little posse of dickless clowns calling me names, pushing me around like I was trash. Well, look at me now, asshole. Look what you built. Every surgery, every scar, every fucking drop of sweat, that's your legacy. This ass you’re gonna drool over? These tits about to suffocate you? All you. Congratulations, champ. Bet your wife doesn’t know what a fucking artist you are.
I can already picture your dumb fucking face when you open that door. Confused like always. Then the fear kicks in, oh yeah, I’ll see it, I’ll see it crawl back in your throat when you realize the freak you used to laugh at is here to own your fucking soul. I want to see you shrink, motherfucker. I want you to look up at me and know you’re fucked.
Ding dong? Fuck that. I don’t ring bells for pigs, I take what I want.
BANG BANG BANG I slam the door like I’m gonna break it down. Feel that, Hour? That’s me knocking.
Open up, you little shit!Hate spills out of my mouth, I'm ain't waiting your stupid cunt, come face the monster you made NOW!
