(cutaia vs. kris)

(cutaia):
Lemme tell you a story 'bout a bitch I know,
For an itty bitty girl, she's a big, big hoe.
Cannot get the stains all up out of her sheets.
You know she fucks every guy that she meets.
She would do it in a plane,
and she would do it on a mother fucking train,
And yes, she would do it in a cardboard box...
Man, she'll do it anywhere if you supply the cocks.
She fuck a guy even if she doesn't know his name.
Man, this fucking chick ain't got no shame.
Walk up to the car, it's like, "No, no, no!
What the fuck's she doin' in the back of the Metro?"
Lookin' like a turkey all nice and basted,
It's alright as long as she's wasted.
All I gotta do is just ask you this,
"Tell me, how many guys have you slept with Kris?"

Kris:
Psycho. Yeah, I'm talking to you,
'Cause of all the fucked up shit you do.
You tie my hands above my head,
With a tape recorder under the bed,
Expect me not to wanna screw,
Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Try to run me over with your car,
You burned your tent (I'm not done by far).
You broke a phone, smashed a chair,
I bet you even stole my underwear.
You were gonna take a walk into the sea,
And expected your ass to be saved by me?
You were gonna break that poor kid's fucking legs,
Just because I wouldn't give you play?
You boned my sister and my chick,
You obsessive, psycho, fucked up bitch.

(cutaia):
I think your memories are just a little bit hazy.
Where do you get off calling my ass crazy?
I've never been sent to an institution,
But then again I've never considered prostitution.
And alright, maybe I get violent sometimes,
But what kind of shit is going through your mind?
And, ah...so once I tried to kill you in the forest.
It wouldn't have happened if you weren't being such a whore bitch.

Kris:
So I'm a little nuts, that much is true,
But at least I'm not a fucking alcoholic like you.
I smoke pot and you give me shit?
When you're the fucking opium addict.
And look outside Brian, what do you see?
Oh my God! It's a killer tree!
You're afraid of bushes and little flowers.
Go back to the desert you fucking coward.

(cutaia):
Ok. So once I did a little opium,
But that was long ago, I had my fun.
And yeah, I like to have a drink here and there,
But I recall you taking shots without a care.
And who's the real addict? You've been on so much shit,
The drugs are turning you into a fucking idiot.
Weed, acid, opium, crack and X?
Hey, whatever gets all the guys oral sex!

Kris:
Ok, so I'm a nympho and a fucking druggie,
But at least I'm not obsessed with a car that's fucking ugly:
An Elantra. What the fuck is up with that shit?
Even if you tried you couldn't make that car pimp.
And speaking of obsessions, what about Whizzy?
It's a jar of fucking Cheese Whiz, you kike diddly bitch.
And try as I might, I will never understand,
The bond that forms between Cheese Whiz and a fucked up man.

(cutaia):
This one's for Whizzy...
Alright, hold up. Wait a minute. Stop right there.
Look at your ass and your fucked up hair.
How have you been so many peoples' sex toy,
Running 'round looking like a 13 year old boy?
And whoo! I can't tell,
But Kris...could that be you I smell?
The only one that wants to pleasure you is a cat.
You must have run out of tampons and replaced them with a dead rat.

Kris:
Fuck, you've had the same haircut since I've known you.
Every fucking day there's nothing new.
Except for the Beatles cut your junior year,
Which made you look like a Goddamned queer.
And what about our good friend Misty Kaufman?
Damn, she must've really got you off man.
Chocolate syrup all over the fucking bed,
Goddamn you're really fucked up in the head.

(cutaia):
Oh, speaking of my sex life, I'll break it down soon.
What about you and me down by the dunes?
Don't ask what compelled me to touch you, you sleeze.
I think I better go get checked for disease.

Kris:
A psycho freak who's scared of trees?
A little bitch down on his knees?
Why did I screw you anyway?
Ah shit, that's right. I'm fucking gay.

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