I Ain't Picking Up Your Shit No More

You bark, you whine, you scratch, you stink
You tracked your drama to my kitchen sink
You dropped it all like a landmine trail
Then blamed my tone when I started to bail

You shit in the bed and called it fate
Said "oops, my bad" — girl, it's too late
I sprayed Febreze, but the scent still clings
Should've burned the sheets and clipped your zingers

You said it was love, I called it a script
Another shitstorm built to guilt trip
You drop drama like turds and wait for applause
Like you're Shakespeare, but covered in flaws

I ain't picking up your shit no more
There ain't a bag big enough for this chore
You piss where you want and shit where you feel
Then cry when someone calls it real
Your stench speaks louder than you ever did
And I'm not your mom, your maid, or your lid
Bag your lies, your leaks, your hits
I'm done, I'm proud — I ain't picking up your shhhit

I gagged so hard, my therapist called
Said "that ain't a man, that's a toxic sprawl"
You fertilize pain like it was grace
Now your ghost leaves streaks in my sacred space

You weren't a partner, you were a biohazard
Love with you? Flatulence mastered
Every room you touched — crime scene disaster
I should've dumped you faster, bastard

Don't shit where you sleep
Don't shit where you eat
Don't shit where you kiss me
Then beg for a treat

I sprayed you down, I scrubbed your trail
Still reeks of secrets you tried to veil
I want peace — drop the leash
You're not my burden, you're not my beast

I ain't picking up your shit no more
There ain't a bag big enough for this chore
You piss where you want and shit where you feel
But love don't live in a landfill — real deal
Your damage don't deserve a ribbon or kit
So bag it, tag it, and sit in it
I'm clean, I'm proud — I ain't picking up your shit

Dropped it
Flopped it
Bagged it
Blocked it

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