Spit Next Time Bitch!

How do you wake up every morning with pure foolishness on your mind? Each day you rise, you're trying to figure out how to break up a marriage. Why? Is it because this man, as married and trifling as he is, got you pregnant and still won't leave his wife? Is that why?

I have a question for your sick ass. Why did you think he would? All the while you were giving him head, he said everything you wanted to hear, didn't he? Newsflash! He didn't mean that shit. Now you got yo country ass riding back and forth, yelling out of car windows, and calling and harassing the Mrs. and shit.

Why the hell are you mad at her? You take time to make a whole myspace page dedicated to this affair you've had with someone else's husband, and you think that's okay? You saying shit like "That dumb bitch needs to get a life." and all that other shit you wouldn't dare say to her face. She needs to get a life. You serious? Is that because you want the one she has? Is it because you want the nice house and nice car? Did you think sleeping with him and allowing him to get you pregnant would seal the deal? Is that what you thought?

Well, answer this question. How did it feel knowing that man was at home taking care of his wife and child while you were giving birth to yours? What did he tell you to make you think he'd really trade the life he had at home, for a life with you?

I'm sure he didn't know what a psycho pussy he was screwing at the time. Otherwise I'm sure he would have picked another one. You are truly one crazy bitch. This ain't even my battle to fight, but because you make it your business to harass my friend every chance you get, you're starting to work my nerves. If I could beat your ass myself and not have to worry about consequences and shit, you better believe I would.

I do want to offer you a small piece of advice, next time a nigga nuts in your mouth, you need to spit that shit out. Swallowing apparently doesn't do shit but make you damn crazy!