You talk shit behind my back, but never to my face.
You 'think' you know all there is to know about me.
You do things that you know will hurt me, yet don't admit to it.
When I find out what you do, and unfriend you on social media, you ask why.
I have dreamed about what I would do to you next time I see you.
[and it isn't pretty]
You seem to have dropped off the face of the earth.
You pop back up when you think you can do more harm.
Your ass is mine, bitch, so keep running.
When I find you, you are done.
[This is to the bitch that wrote a letter of lies to my ex urging him to try take Monkey.]