This is a song about "Hurt feelingd"

Murdering you, never hurt a bit

The dead society of a poet

That bitch was racist, got me fired

No matter what it fuckin hurt

I feel like it's you i hurt

Pulling down her skirt

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

In hope to sever the curse and end all the hurt

Cupid, hurt 'n preserving his purpose.

Here i go again, searching for love

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

Gotta work - slight work

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

But don't get mad quacking as if you're hurt