The Bitch

There you are again out making your loud noise Who do you think you are? You think you’re a big star? Driving your beat out pimp car and scouting for young boys You cannot shine, you have no heart you have no soul Lost in in your mind, weaving your lies inside a black hole I am happy you are gone I don’t need you, don’t need hate Maybe if you sobered up but I believe it is far too late You’re trapped in your delusional lies where you lie in wait Out digging for worms and maggots of men for toys You are the ***** when was the last time your child ate Blaming everyone else for all your failures; pathetic mistakes Hiding away with a look of greed on your face like a scar Made out of the lives you ruin driving your beat out pimp car Making some more hot money the same way again and again Going to bars to play and licking for pay in the rooms for men So happy you are gone I don’t need you, I don’t need hate Keep on driving away go out again making your loud noise I can’t hear you anymore from the screams of young boys In the darkness where you are stoned drunk scratching your itch Everyone who knows you, knows that you really are the *****