{-}-YoU dOnT kNoW mE-{-}
To all the bitches and hoes and concieted fake tricks thats talkin shit, all yall need to stop runnin ur mouths. Who's business am I but my own? Not urs Brittany Haase, Not urs Tricia Bouchet, Not urs Jean Contic, or Debbie Danner and Not even urs...Danielle Ratliff. Yall say you know all this shit about me and you prolly do... but seriously who doesn't? And more importantly who really cares? Why still talk about it? Do you miss me that much that my name constantly runs outta ur mouth. Everyone knows what happend...its over and done with and the shit happend over a year ago...Yes Nick wasn't faithful to Brittany, obviously cuz she wasn't enough for him or whatever. He made his own choices n if he wanted to be with you he would have. If he wanted to be faithful he would have. But n e ways. Your lives must seriously be fuckin rediculous and pathetic if all you fakes still talk about is me. Cant talk about what happend earlier that day...or what happend on ur way to school, or what u n ur boyfriend talked about the night b4....but its still me. Why is that? And if you still wanna talk shit then try giving me a call or better yet saying it to MY FACE! My phone number is 301 617 0569 and my address is 8611 Locust Grove Dr...most yall fuckin bitches know where thats at...try stoppin by sometime if you like runnin ur mouth. Since yall keep my name runnin out ur mouth how bout u come run ur mouth TO ME. Not like ne of yall would step up n e ways, all talk but no game. Brittany...it was better Nick fuckin me cuz now you know what kind of guy he was. Ur better off without his so STOP fuckin trippin off it. Tricia...none of this shit deals wif you, so step off. Jean...same fuckin shit to ur fat ass. Debbie...you dont even fuckin know me like that so dont try n put in ur two cents about me cuz you aint got jack shit on me. And to Danielle Ratliff...MooNface...Im sure you've already put all my shit out there, not like it matters...but since you n i no longer talk n e more, keep my precious name outta ur trampy, dirrty, ugly ass mouth. Mind ur own god damn business and worry about urself and ur loser friends. Yall really dont know me. Yall have no clue what i do or what goes through my head. Yea you can read on here all you want. thinkin ooh lets go see what Nicki's been up to n talk about it tomorrow at lunch... but seriously..Let ME worry about ME, not yall. So with that...i hope i get some phone calls or house visits...