Letras
Hey Emma
This is Kalil
I fucking hate you
I wish the worst on you
I love your parents
I don't know how they raised
Such a piece of shit like you
And I hope you genuinely fucking die
I hate you
Bye
Fucking die
I hate you
I don't know how the apple fell
that far from the tree
But somehow it did
And you ended up the way that you are
One day you will get
A taste of your own medicine
And I will be watching
With a barrel full of popcorn
Just waiting on your downfall
I don't wish any of your family members would die
because your family members are actually good people
As of right now
I fucking hate your guts
And I cannot wish anything worse upon you
And I hope you genuinely fucking die
Fucking die
I hope that you don't find love
Good luck
I don't know how the apple fell that far from the tree
Hey Emma, I think that might have just been the alcohol talking