Awww, how sweet...

She left me a little love letter...

Let's see what it says...

Uh huh...

Okay...

Really, so that's how you feel...




Hi sweet heart, what's up? I got your little posted note./
Whoa, where you goin? Don't you wanna see the response I wrote?/
Look, I carved it into the dresser with a razorblade laced in coke./
Come back here, I'm gonna cut your tonsils out your fuckin throat!/
I thought you said you loved me, now you wanna get divorced!/
Oh look who just pulled up, it's your new husband of course./
What a coincidence, it so happens that I have this gun./
Click click, go ahead, run bitch! The clip holds more than one!/
Oh Billy, surprise, POW!!! Now look what the fuck just happened!!!/
Who's gonna clean it up? Oh yeah that's right, you just capped him./
Where you goin slut? I know you didn't pick up the phone./
Call 9-1-1, I cut the cables when you weren't at home!!!/
Now sit down bitch, I gotta lotta things on my mind./
Like how did you kill him, and then commit suicide?/
I'm fuckin sick of you bitch, I don't wanna hear your voice./
Shut the fuck up whore, you already made your choice!!!/
I don't love you ho, so get the fuck away from me!!!/
I sat there and waited three hours for you, patiently./
When we were supposed to be together, you were out playin me./
I was gonna write you a note on how I thought things could get better./
But look what I carved on the dresser, it's your death letter./
Read it, click click, I said fuckin read it Pam!!!/
It says, Dear Wes, I'm sorry for the way I am./
I got into a fight with Bill and things got out of hand./
None of it was planned, I'm sorry Wes, I really am./
Where you goin bitch?! Get back here, I'm not done!!!/
Don't make me shoot you in the legs so you can't run./
Ah fuck it, POW!!! Didn't you hear what I just said?!/
Why are you cryin? In a moment, you're gonna be dead!/
Picture this, the tension between yall was increment./
It's a tragic and horrible incident, isn't it?/
I haven't finished yet, there's more I have to implement./
Like the residue, see this whole thing was inhibited./
You were depressed and on drugs, so you cut your wrists./
That's when Billy showed up, then both of yall were pissed./
After an argument, you both started throwin fists./
Until eventually, the gun plays a part in this./
It's perfect Pam, oh well, POW!!! Good night boo./
What a waste too, you know, I really liked you./



Fuck...

Now I gotta start over...

I love this song.