Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

You call yourself checking me?

You must not know who I am!

You haven’t heard?

I’m the one who is willing to slip your lip if you look at me again the wrong way,

I’m the country black girl, who just recently moved here in this city,

With my unfit thighs and chestnut eyes,

The one you toy with and steady watching my every move,

You look at me one more fucking time I swear I’ll show you what I wanna do,

Who do you think you are?

You call yourself judging me?

If you know very little just ask,

Saying the wrong things will have my foot off in your ass!

So let me sit here,

Let me finish my work,

We can me after school,

I bring your face to the tasty dry dirt!

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