These Do not Need Batteries

out of the way then test my patience, well then, that is why she is dead, and the Queen Bitch steps in.

Smack the face, of every animal too weak to bow their lowly character. What a bunch of vermin, crabs, losers who think themselves so damn important, can not even be honest about anything, Bitch do me a favor and tell it to my fucking face--my feet are calloused because you are too busy being the worst parents of any damn body. the stupidity of all of this, fuck you---play your fucking golf and ignore it, your favorite hobby is being a damn liar--sleaze, pretending to not know. continue with your fucking around--just not fucking me since you have the gall to want a beggar versus you being any fucking KING to me.

the make up bag. give me my damn respect, find my baby, do right by me, for once, you say nothing is too hard, 30 years of wasting me here like the fuck, so everybody is somebody----sure bitch, if they are somebody then what the fuck would that make me.... the only one who you always go out of your way to lie to faithfully...

now, i should fuck you up. for such deplorable negligence and for being irresponsible when it comes to me the Queen of all Queens---the frauds you put in my place, how did that go for you mister i do not know how to fix shit and mister wait til what bitch??