The Hand That Feeds You

I was warned about you and didn't listen

Guess you already knew that on your mission

Composed of gossip and bad intentions

And a fucking liar too, not to mention

Not to be trusted as far as thrown

There's a harvest for every seed sewn

For bitch-ass-ness , you own the thrown

Keep this shit up, you'll be all alone

If you ask how he's doing , he'll say "being a bitch"

His overbearing presence? definitely not missed

He puts on a show, but ain't got shit

And then plays like the victim that just got hit

So we lived off of you? oh that's funny

You slept on our couch and gave no money

Don't bite the hand that feeds you

You should know that honey

Or maybe you don't, guess your head's not that sunny

You're hearing the voice of a betrayed nephew

I guess this is the real reason he left you

It sucks that I like to use the word "Boo"

Because it will always remind me of you.