This is my first rap song. It's about my co-worker. It's not very nice. Also, somewhere there's the line 'i don't mind being the hottest chick around' I usually don't say those kinds of things. She just really pissed me off.

Talking shit like a twit
That’s all wewe can do
But when it comes down to it
Nothing gets through to you

You’re all big talk
But wewe got no game
And this poor me crap
Is really fucking lame

Who the hell are you
To play victimized
We’ve all got issues, bitch
But I guess yours are worse than mine

If you’d be the honest person
wewe claim to be
wewe wouldn’t talk third
person singular about me

Did wewe think I wouldn’t hear
Standing two feet away
au is the truth that wewe really
Just didn’t fucking care

wewe got your head so far up your ass
wewe can view the world through your mouth
Is it any wonder I’m mad
If you’re all wewe think about

I’ve had it with your commentary
It’s like a never-ending song
You’re no better than me
But go ahead and prove me wrong

wewe need to lose some fat
At least that’s one thing you’re right about
But take your time I don’t mind
being the hottest chick around

Think wewe can get what wewe want
Just kwa clapping your hands
In case wewe didn’t know
Your wishes are no one’s commands

wewe may not like the cards
That’ve been dealt to you
wewe still gotta play the game
So wewe might wanna lose the attitude

When life gives wewe lemons
wewe better not suck it up
‘Cause the look on wewe face
Says you’ve had zaidi than enough

wewe judge people for
Talking behind other people’s backs
I guess this is where I say
Pot calls kettle black

wewe asked if I’m mad
But wewe never asked me why
So, if there was ever an apology
wewe can now kiss it goodbye

Go find someone else
To bother with your tears and your grief
‘Cause this whole ‘everyone hates me’ shit
Doesn’t work on me

Guess I’m cold like that
But I like it that way
You’re not worth my tears
Sure as hell not my pain

wewe always say the right things
To make matters worse
And wewe never seem to understand
When to keep your big mouth shut

Now you’re mad, ‘cause I’m mad
Must’ve forgotten about it
Being pissed is a privilege
And only wewe hold the rights to it

I don’t mind being the bad guy
I don’t mind being mean
I’d rather be pure evil
Than a whining drama Queen

You’ve got a car, got a job
Yes, it’s easy to tell
That even though wewe have chakula and shelter
Your life’s a living hell

Easy for me to say
‘Cause I’m not walking your shoes
But like I alisema before
We all have our issues

So don’t pretend to know
One thing about me
My life’s not a fairytale
And it ain’t always pretty

At least I fight my demons
The best way I know how
wewe take yours with you
And unleash them to the crowd

Now it’s past midnight
This is getting insane
But I just can’t stop writing
And you’re the one to blame

Guess it also never crossed your mind
To pass the thank you’s around
wewe know, when we cleaned up your mess
‘Cause wewe weren’t around

We’re not at your service
If that’s what wewe thought
And if you’re crying now
wewe shouldn’t have pissed me off

No one gives a rat’s ass
Your life’s not what wewe pictured it
If wewe don’t make a change
You’re just gonna have to live it

Now I can keep going
About what a pretentious bitch, kahaba you’ve been
But if it still hasn’t gotten through your skull
It’s never gonna sink in