You ain't worth a damn. We both know you're a loser. The only thing that you possess worth anything is your wallet. You job and what you give me is the only thing that keeps you relevant.

I stand here, looking like the Black Goddess that I am, wearing a skirt with splits so high, you can see heaven and fishnet thigh highs that makes you feel like it's Christmas and you're trying to figure out what to do with yourself. You know exactly what to do loser. Pay me. Pay up. It's all you're good for. The same spiel about you being a loser and, 'fuck you bitch,' gets old. It's time to tell... Show more