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hi-rez - stupid b!tch lyrics

[verse 1: hi-rez]
let’s just tie that b-tch up and throw her -ss in the trunk
and lets choke her till the oxygen starts flowing through her lungs
for everything that you’ve done, i’mma kidnap all your sons
and make em watch you f-cking beg for your life
now isn’t that fun
you a b-tch with bad attentions, i hope you burn in h-ll
shut the f-ck up, stop screaming, n-body can hear you yell
we in the middle of nowhere b-tch, i’m surprised you couldn’t tell
hoe open up your mouth, i’mma cut out your tongue b-tch
then break both your f-cking knees and make you suck your son’s d-ck
till he c-ms down your throat then make you f-cking tongue kiss
yay, i’m having fun, are you having fun b-tch?
maybe next time, in your next life, you’ll be a little nicer
i pretended to get along with you, i never really liked you
hey baby can you get me some gasoline and a lighter
maybe a couple matches, i’mma set this b-tch on fire
oh and something to drink too babe, i’m thirsty
and maybe a bag of cheetos and maybe some beef jerky
okay look b-tch, here’s what the f-ck’s about to happen
i’mma turn the tv on and force you to watch the kardashians
since you think that’s s-xy and feel like you the cl-ssiest
b-tch you a f-cking pig, i swear to god you the nastiest
you’re h-lla insecure and you’re taking it out on others
you’re a sh-tty f-cking person and suck at being a mother
i’m glad you ain’t my mom, it’d be impossible to love ya
i’m guessing when growing up, neither of your parents hugged ya
i know you’re probably wondering, why the f-ck am i here?
and why the f-ck is he torturing me while strapped in a chair?
and where did he get those scissors and why’s he cutting my hair?
you cheated on all your husbands and had too many affairs
you tore a family apart, you don’t even seem to care
you get off just at the thought of making good people sad
so i’mma cut off your limbs and put that sh-t in a bag
and go to the post office and mail that sh-t to your dad
so he can reminisce on all the good times that you had

[verse 2: hi-rez]
oh look my girl’s back from the store with the gasoline
we gon burn this place down and then we gonna leave
this is exactly how i pictured it in every dream
except for the part when you got in the ring with mr. t
and i was f-cking rihanna and madonna in a threesome
whatever f-ck that, all that sh-t’s besides the point
let’s put an end to this sh-t, i’m sick of hearing your voice

oh my god, oh my god
you f-cking spit in my face
i’mma light a match and drop it
f-ck you, i’m leaving this place, b-tch

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