My neighbors, what a pair,
Such childish acts, beyond compare.
Chalk art on the drive, a crime so grand,
A call to the landlord, a tiny hand.
She's fast, she's hideous, a sight to see,
A whirlwind of chaos, wild and free.
Her man, a scaredy-cat, meek and mild,
He hides behind her, a frightened child.
They squawk and they scream, a constant f***t,
Their petty complaints, a sorry sight.
But I'll rise above, maintain my grace,
And let their drama run its course and waste.
P***y a*s cop callers, that's what they are,
Their childish games, a petty w*r.
I'll keep my cool, my spirit strong,
Their little tantrums don't belong.
They run to the landlord, a pitiful plea,
For every small thing, they can't agree.
Their drama's a soap opera, cheap and absurd,
But I'll keep my head high, not a single word.
P***y a*s cop callers, that's what they are,
Their childish games, a petty w*r.
I'll keep my cool, my spirit strong,
Their little tantrums don't belong.
Their tiny kingdom, small and tight,
Filled with drama, day and night.
They plot and scheme, a silly game,
But their childish ways bring only shame.
Their anger flares, a fleeting fire,
Consuming them with petty ire.
But I'll remain calm, serene and free,
Unmoved by their absurdity.
P***y a*s cop callers, that's what they are,
Their childish games, a petty w*r.
I'll keep my cool, my spirit strong,
Their little tantrums don't belong.
Like toddlers throwing a tantrum so loud,
Their complaints echo through the crowd.
They stomp their feet and make a fuss,
Over nothing, causing a fuss.
Their energy wasted, a sorry sight,
Their childish actions, a sorry plight.
I'll watch them squabble, day by day,
Their petty w*r will fade away.
P***y a*s cop callers, that's what they are,
Their childish games, a petty w*r.
I'll keep my cool, my spirit strong,
Their little tantrums don't belong.
