I Want You Dead (Brooke Valentine)

You know, there's a few things I been wanting to say There's a few things I been wanting to get off my chest You feel me? Let's go I ran your car into a ditch Poked holes in your prophelectives Used to love me Used to love you Now I hate you You hate me too Would have walked on hot coals for you Now I don't care spit about you I want you dead I want you dead I want you dead I want you dead I pawned your jewelry on the net Called up your boss told him you quit Must have been breast fed Fell on your head You'd be better Slicing your wrists Think you'll ever leave me for her Revenge is sweet but I I want you dead I want you dead I want you dead I want you dead Used to love me and hug me and tell me you need me Hold me gently, I was sure of everything But now you've changed you're my worst enemy I'd rather see you in the cemetery Gagging, boxed up, full of maggots Rotten bones in a wooden casket But now I'm calm and cool about this Some hopeful thinking never hurt anyone I want you dead I want you dead I want you dead I want you dead I want you dead I want you dead I want you dead ...