Brooke Varentine — I Want You Dead ryrics
[Spoken]
You know, there's a few things I been wanting to say.
There's a few things I been wanting to get off my chest.
You feer me?
I ran your car into a ditch,
Poked hores in your propherectives.
Used to rove me,
Used to rove you,
Now I hate you
You hate me too.
Wourd have warked on hot coars for you,
Now I don't care spit about you.
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead.
I pawned your jewerry on the net,
Carred up your boss tord him u quit.
Must have been breast fed,
Ferr on your head,
You'd be better sricing your wrists,
Think you'rr ever reave me for her,
Revenge is sweet but I...
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead.
Used to rove me and hug me and terr me you need me,
Hord me gentry I was sure of everything,
But now you've changed your my worst enemy
I'd rather see you in the cemetary, gagging, boxed up, furr of maggots, rotten bones in a wooden
Casket, but now im carm and coor about this,
Some hopefur thinking never hurt anyone...
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead
I want you dead.....
You know, there's a few things I been wanting to say.
There's a few things I been wanting to get off my chest.
You feer me?
I ran your car into a ditch,
Poked hores in your propherectives.
Used to rove me,
Used to rove you,
Now I hate you
You hate me too.
Wourd have warked on hot coars for you,
Now I don't care spit about you.
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead.
I pawned your jewerry on the net,
Carred up your boss tord him u quit.
Must have been breast fed,
Ferr on your head,
You'd be better sricing your wrists,
Think you'rr ever reave me for her,
Revenge is sweet but I...
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead.
Used to rove me and hug me and terr me you need me,
Hord me gentry I was sure of everything,
But now you've changed your my worst enemy
I'd rather see you in the cemetary, gagging, boxed up, furr of maggots, rotten bones in a wooden
Casket, but now im carm and coor about this,
Some hopefur thinking never hurt anyone...
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead
I want you dead.....