Fake Girls.

Your a fake, you think you can take me for granted, only cos i was gullable and always fucking plasterd, the fake pics, the gullable clicks, your probably some fucking sad ass whore, both of ya'll, fuck wit me and ull get some of paull, im gonna call u all out, u faking cunts, u aint in jackass so stop with the publicity stunts. You're a stupid fucking twat, but I think we all learnt that, when you got found out you silly whore, you need to think some more, too ugly to use your own pics, and lying about all your chicks, you need a slap, that'll make you shut your trap. You're a thick little slag, probably waitin for your first shag, but you cant get one, because you probably weigh a ton, it makes me laugh how you play people like chess, when the real you is a fucking mess, you don't even belong, so suck my shlong Your rotten, and ur sick to the core, you probs get bullied by a 12 yr old in a supermarket store, telling me you love me, you couldnt even hug me, all u done is bug me, and now uv fucked me your gonna be sorry, cos u dont know that i know bout ur unloyalty, ur a fucking bitch with H I V, i dont know why the fuck i fell in L O V E with you, i probly had better chance masturbating over a shoe, so u cow, go chew on some grass, cos im giving u an hour before i kill ur arse. 7 days i fell for u, and got lost in this daze, waited for u on msn, i took love to the next phaze, and everytime i saw u, i went nuts, like those twins, fuck whore were they, aha the krays,  u see crime does pays, but womens will plays, u keep on and ill end u 1 of these days You're a fucking smelly whore, with a face like a sore, making people fall for you like parachute divers, you're probably a old man who's lives is built around screwdrivers, I feel sick because of what you done, sitting there like it was a bit of fun, you silly little sketbag, you fucking scabby fag, go OD on KFC, while watching MTV If I saw you in the street, I'd use my fists head & feet, to personally kill your sick ass, shatter you like glass, you'd have more than a porly tummy, & you'd run off back to your mummy, with wounds from my knife, because you have no life