I wrote you a poem, to tell you your a retard you laughed and thought it was so funny Getting this point across is going to be quite hard I wonder if you'd go away, if I gave you some money
I've drove you to Mexico once, and left you there. and the next day as I awoke you were sitting next to my bed You were fast alsleep, reclinded and drooling in my new chair. I thought this was hell, till I realized I wasn't dead
If I only knew a way to keep you outta my sight I'd pay all the money i have to see that done To have you locked up to never see the day's light Thats will be the day where I know I've won
I promised you, I wouldn't try to take your life. But I only said that because I couldn't find my knife.