Karen

Ma'am, with all due respect... I hate the way you talk to me. I hate the way you tilt your head... Before you get all condescending. I don't need You to explain How I should feel 'Cuz I already know, KAREN I don't need your raisins, Or your lack of seasoning, Or your mayonnaise... As per my last email, Karen Go fuck yourself. Karen Go fuck yourself. Go 'head, go fuck yourself. As per my last email, Karen Go fuck yourself. Karen Go fuck yourself. You can go fuck yourself. CC'd you for the last time, sis. Not my fault you were on Pinterest Lookin' for another way to ruin a dish... Nobody wants them raisins, bitch. Musical chairs, no seat for you bitch. Back to Blouse Barn, toodle-loo, KISS! Nobody wants your raisins, bitch. I think that You don't get Exactly how much I Despise the way that You conduct yourself. I hate the way you Wear yoga pants to Every meeting Since you determine What's professional You're a grown ass woman. Stop dressing like a child. Take them barrettes out your hair. Don't talk to me like that Just 'cuz I brown. 'Cuz I ain't down & When the revolution comes You gon' be the first one to meet that... Ma'am, with all due respect... You gon' regret the way you came for me. 'Cuz tho Karma is a fucking bitch... She ain't as big of a bitch as I be. I do not need You to explain Just how I feel 'Cuz I already know, KAREN. I do not need them goddamned raisins, Or your lack of seasoning, Or your mayonnaise... As per my last email, Karen Go fuck yourself. Karen Go fuck yourself. Go 'head, go fuck yourself. As per my last email, Karen Go fuck yourself. Karen Go fuck yourself. You can go fuck yourself. Fuck you. Fuck you, Karen. Fuck you.