I lied.

I lied.

I lied.

I lied.

I do not like you.

Yet we're friends.

You p*** me off.

Which I don't recommend.

You are an idiot.

My BFF.

How stupid can you get?

Can I punch you yet?

Other people have feeling.

If you can actually believe it.

Maybe I should lock you up.

So you can throw a fit.

You're SO BEAUTIFUL.

MY FAVORITE DEPUTY

Did you get my message yet?

How about I paint a picture.

Maybe two or three.

Of you locked up in a cage.

After I swallowed the key.

Oh sorry.

I'm ranting.

My pretty little liar.

How about I bash your head in the wall.

Then remove it with some pliers.

Let's have a party.

And while you straighten you're hair.

I'll tear up all your carpet.

And then throw it up in the air.

Soon you're heart will break.

And you can cry on my shoulder.

But soon you'll forget me.

As we get older and older.

BFF?

What's that?

Who was she?

I'm you're Two Faced Biffle.

The only known company.