Girl, Girl, Girl.

I've had a lot of troubles with girls in my life. A lot. I've hurt people but I've been hurt too. So this one sounds quite harsh and violent but they're pretty justified. Three verses about three different people. (Because I couldn't be bothered to write 754 verses about every girl). First one is about a psycho who had a lot of issues. Second is about some girl I barely know from back home who said some harsh shit about me, and the third is someone I was obsessed with for a few months. 

So you think it’s all a fucking game?

Bitch, you think you can get away without shame?

You were a little whore and it’s me you blame?

At least I was honest, there we aren’t the same.

Put your hand on my thigh,

And blame it on being high when my girlfriend gives a sigh, 

And the way that you lie is fucking sick, 

What, did you trip on my dick? 

This isn’t a horror flick, 

But you’re insane how your brain ticks, 

It isn’t sane to shout rape then run behind my back wearing a cape, 

Hiding behind drapes spreading this shit about me, 

Bitch just let me be, 

Accept you need to be drowned at sea,
You can’t touch me now you see?
I knew you wouldn’t come for free,
But you hung me leaving me to bleed, 

It was just my lust I needed to feed, 

Just wanted to free my seed,
To feed my ego you silly hoe, 

Now fucking go, 

Get out my sight before I blow your brains into the sky, 

Drag it round like a broken kite, 

Your eyes weren’t closed that night.

So you think it’s all a fucking game?

Bitch, you think you can get away without shame?

You were a little whore and it’s me you blame?

At least I was honest, there we aren’t the same.

Oh hey there, cunt number two, 

How do you remember me I barely fucking know you, 

Yet you’ve got something against me too, 

Bet you want your mouth and my dick to be glued; 

Now I’m gonna settle this feud. 

Little girl, you crossed my path, so daring,
I’ll unleash my wrath and stop fucking caring, 

I’m in Bath and I can still hear you blaring, 

Your silly little bullshit, 

You think you’re so fit, right? 

Bitch, sit, go lick your clit, or something, 

I’m too busy being too good for you, 

Got better things to do, 

Hotter girls to screw,
And no doubt you’ve got dogs balls to chew, 

Put your fingers down your throat and spew. 

The funny thing is, no one likes you in your crew, 

So jealous and immature, 

Your hypocrisy smells like manure, 

And there ain’t a cure for girls like you babe, 

Can’t get the guitarist from the stage, 

So you go for the drummer, 

Struggling you’re gonna get a shit wage, 

Locked with your boyfriend in a cold cage. 

So you think it’s all a fucking game?

Bitch, you think you can get away without shame?

Was it my face you saw when you first came?

Your jealousy is fucking lame. 

This one’s a little bit harder to write, 

This girl brought me into the light, 

But only briefly, she killed my fight,
Nothing seemed bright, 

I saw her face every night. 

But that bint got issues, 

New shoes to fill the holes when penis can’t, 

Don’t need tissues for tears,
She’s drier than Thatcher’s rear,
Living her life in fear of attachment or some shit, 

But it don’t mean you can treat me like footballer’s spit, 

My life is my game not your skit, 

Not your city to blitz, 

Bitch, you tore me to bits, 

But everyone knew including even you,

That I could taste better brew, 

Fill better shoes than I could with you. 

Look what you helped to build though, 

Someone so skilled yet his own foe, 

Someone aiming high yet falling low, 

And I kept trying to let go, 

But I kept seeing you at my shows, 

Kept seeing you at my lowest, 

You crawled into my brain to infest, yeah you guessed; 

Look, I tried my best, but I was in love,
You dropped me from above and now I’m going to shove you out of my mind, 

Put you behind, say goodbye.