Bitch, Please

I was in a real pissed-off-and-blasting-eminem mood when I wrote this .... so yeah ...
Try to tell me what to do,
Try to tell me who I have to be,
I don't live to please you,
I live so I can be me.

It doesn't matter what you say,
Any threat, doesn't matter,
You'll keep waiting for that day,
But my resolve will never shatter.

You can't break my stride,
You can't stop me now,
You can't take my pride,
But you tried, take a bow.

Tell me what's right,
And who's gonna judge,
It will never obstruct my sight,
It will never make me budge.

I won't even glance,
I won't stop to feel bad,
I'm gonna take every chance,
And know what I never had.

If you try to break me down,
I'll send you to the next state,
This is my turf, my town,
You can't touch, but you can have a taste.

Get gone, get out,
You don't know what you're saying,
You don't even know what I'm about,
Stop talking or start paying.

You choose, it's your choice,
You can screw it up in so many ways,
I don't really care to hear your voice,
But I'll do it, as long as it pays.

I'll make it my words,
I'll keep my heart beating strong,
It's fluttering like a caged bird,
Who's been in there way too long.

I'll keep in inside,
I'll keep it all under lock and key,
I was once a little girl, but she died,
And left me with what is now me.

You don't know what it is,
You don't know who I am,
You don't even know what shit is,
But I really don't give a damn.

You don't even try,
It pisses me off so,
Much that I could just die,
But I'll just let it go.

Will you miss me when I'm gone?
'Cause I guarantee I'm first,
You'll dwell, and never move on,
But you haven't even seen the worst.

My head is throbbing with the sensation,
Of blood pumping from my skin,
Heaven is my final destination,
And you'll be going to hell for all your sin.
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Published: 1/15/2011
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