The poem
You get what you give me, so watch what you start,
I can match disrespect with a fucking black heart.
You give me your effort, I'll give you mine too,
but come at me sideways, I'll get uglier than you.
You wanna go distant? Then stay the fuck gone,
I'm not chasing dead weight just to drag it along.
You bring me your bullshit, your games and your lies,
I'll hand every ounce back with interest applied.
I'm done being decent to people who test it,
done swallowing shit just to keep things domestic.
You'll get what you give me, no discount, no grace-
bring bullshit to my door
and I'll throw it back in your face.
The design
Comfort Colors® 1717, with the Editorial design printed on the front.