Bitches don't know...

... that I know.

Keep talking behind my back and karma will bite you hard in your fucking arses. So you think you can just walk away talking crap about me and fucking get away with it without butthurt? Bitches don't know that I take revenge in silence.

Bitches don't know that I plant seeds of hate in silence.

Bitches don't know that it hurts worse when you backstab me when you're considered as a close friend.

Bitches don't know that I'm almost to the brink where insanity is close. Close. Very close.

I'm not the only one who's pissed, mind you. A lot of us are tired of you guys bitching. Bitching. Bitching. Bitching. About business that you shouldn't even be minding! What the hell, hos?

Stop spreading your shits. We're tired of them.

You guys should feel lucky that I told Bee to not do anything to you guys. You fucktards make me sick. And here I thought that I was lucky to have friends that aren't bitches and bastards. Gahd, you guys proved me wrong. But I'll still keep smiling. You guys know me. In whatever circumstances, I'll treat you the same. But the trust and friendship are dwindling away.

Your insults and rumours are of no value now. Be gone. K, bye.