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"Hey there,hey there mmm red you say..
You better listen and hear what I got to say
I knew after a week,I was not after your bed.
Nor your head,you belong in a shed
Beginning to wonder if you were Fred
Now that is said.
How sad you are to do such a thing.
Playing with hearts and desire like a Saturday night fire.
Now really you are no Miss.Myer like you thought.
Of course you are sought,I nearly forgot.
Your chest brings in all the best.
You are a fucking liar,a cheat and moron.
You are lower and I am higher"puff puff pass"
You are nothing more then morning skeet"urban Dictionary".
I am from the street and carry my own feet.
One that you tried to defeat,but ended up under my beat.
How do you like the heat,ready to hide your head under the sheet.
You have no thunder and that is why you will go down under.
Your silence is guilt, something you built.
Such a shame for some head fame.
Betcha never thought you were lame or to blame.
I know you watch my work,so maybe this will make you twerk.
Knowing your a fucking jerk.
Being a flake you sure did take the cake.
Whats it like to be fake.
Never give and always take.
Yup you a snake,after all this maybe give your head a shake.
Cause I am not finished yet
Wanna bet,
You gonna regret
Get ready,get set
Have you met your match yet."

©Rudi Jensen