I'm tired of you and all these things you do Don't say you feel a little bad I know this night you can't get through 'Cause I put scorpions in your bed
One thousand stings instead of dreams They bite you, bite you, and I'm pleased What was between us Passed with the poison And the poison Cures my disease!
Back Off! Muthafucka Back Off!
And everyday you tell me all is good And I must never mind all of your deeds I cannot promise that I really would Because on what you did my anger feeds
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