My best friend is a murderer.
Everyone knows it.
Its not a secret, its not a joke.
When the time comes to finally leave her,
I will kill her. Ill have to kill her.
Ignore the screams and bash her head in.
She has taken so many lives before me,
So many sweet and kind people who maybe just had a bit of an anxiety problem, at least.
Fuck that bitch.
She smells like death.
She is sexy as fuck but she smells like death.
She's hard to turn down sometimes.
Cause she's sweet ya know?
Unsuspecting, and raw, and dirty... just the way I like it.
She's a tease, she is sexually frustrating, yet the relief you are looking for at the end of a hard day.
Fuck that noise, that stank ass hoe who gets under peoples fingernails and cleans out their wallets.
Spikes your drink when your pregnant.
Funnels out the gas in your tank and throws it in the ocean.
Tells your parents about all the trouble you are capable of creating.
Ruins relationships across the board.
Yea, Fuck that bitch.
She's no friend of mine.
I love her with all of my heart.
Because she told me to.
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