kut throat

Like scissors to a sword.. Of friendship...end this.. Your lameamounts to nothing... Doing anything to pass the day...your way of a quick buck..equals to the amount of men you ***.. Processing words in ya mental... Would be like writting on brick with a pencil.. Uniquely you stil have hope...curving mishaps of unknown facts.. Capping situations with your sharp tone and wicked tongue I wash my hands im done..tired of being your reasons of failure... Tired of being the Best & the friend... Your words are the reasons it came to this end.......