| Back off, Bitch! Heather Boilanger Verse 1: So now that he's in love, You threaten him with blackmail. We can hide our sex life. You're too pathetic to keep a decent male You call and say you miss him And that you messed up before. You want to steal him but you won't Because you're such a fucking whore. Chorus: Back off, bitch! No one decent would do you. You had him three months, And he'd only kiss you Yet I had him a week Before he lost it to me Now you want him back After you cheated on him effortlessly. Verse 2: You're trying to guilt-trip him Into wanting you back But your plan is backfiring Since he knows that you're whacked. It's true - it's not his fault That you tried suicide (if that's NOT a lie) You messed up - it's all your fault That you're hurting inside Bridge: And threatening him won't make him love you. You can tell him pre-marital sex is wrong. Yet look at you; you're a super slut! Bitch whore, I'ma kill you all night long! |
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| I Hate You - duet with Pop Slut Heather Boilanger Verse 1: (Pop Slut) You act like you're too good for me, But that's only because I wouldn't let you up me. Now you say that I'm white trash scum. I'm a classy, lassie, asshole! I'm number one! And you know that deep down inside, Your jealousy of my man, you cannot hide. And I know that the white trash is you. You're too stuck on yourself to see the fucking truth. Chorus (Both): I hate you, you fucking scum-sucking fuck! I'd kick your ass now, it might bring me good luck! Won't fuck you - find some whore to do Because I'm too good for you! Verse 2: (Boil Anger) I hate bitches and whores who try to steal my man They all fall flat on their face - try all they can. And I hate guys who try to get down my pants. Can't they see how hot he is? They have no fucking chance! And you know - the asshole who cries Is the same one who cheated and told me lies. What goes around comes around, and you acted too perfect for me. So I left your fucking asshole ass - we weren't meant to be. Bridge: (Both) So don't act like you're too good for us. You may try all you want, but we'll always out-cuss! And you rag on us now, and you can go to hell. You have one window of opportunity, so use it well! |
| This album is dedicated to my daughter, Alyssa. Shout outs and thanks to the following: Alyssa: You're the smartest, sweetest, most talented little girl in the world! I hope you use your gifts to make the world a better place! It already is a better place because you're in it! Dad: You're super cool! Thanks for everything and always being there for me. You're the best parent ever, but I try to rival you with Alyssa. My Manager: Sarah Pimp, you're the best! Whether it's getting me hooked up with hot guys or with hot tour dates, you're the best! Pop Slut: You are the best! Let's keep up the good work, and together, we will conquer pop music! Craplantic Records: Thanks for everything! You're the best record company ever!!! |
| I Fucking Hate You Heather Boilanger Verse 1: You lied and said you'd always be there. You lied and said you'd always care. You said to stand up to your almighty psycho mom. But when I did, you said I was wrong. You told me that I was the greatest every day. But you were always back-stabbing me and saying it had to be your way. Your high school friends said you deserved better than me. Prove it, Jackass, since we weren't meant to be. Chorus: I fucking hate you, Joe. You're nothing but an opportunistic ho. You used me and got shitty when I stood up for myself. So you can just go to hell with yourself! Verse 2: You were jealous of my guy friends, Yet you say I was paranoid. You read my web journal daily, So you can figure out how to play me. But I lie about whom likes me to thwart your life Because it still revolves around me. I don't want you knowing the details, So give it up and let me be. Bridge: Get the fuck out of my life, stop sending e-mails. Stop spreading rumors to Sarah about what I say. Just leave us alone - kill yourself and your mom- Or atleast go away. |
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