Infallibly lyrical, writin rhymes in my cereal cherios ooooooooo the sound of wind in the trees, shakes in my knees Sift through the debris of what makes me me Bone and vesicles, body a temple instrument taken to higher decibels What? You want my lips on your testicles? Dont test me, sip your drink, Ill kill before you get a buzz Roughed up, cuffed, 1,2, many times Improvising for black eyes Men with black hearts and bow ties, silver tongues spit candy lies, blinded love-drunk weeping eyes Hopelessly romantic, still naive, sensitive to touch Fallin fifty times a day heartbroked twice as much The hots are too hot, the cold too cold Goldy locks suckin cocks, good girls do what their told Smile baby, at the camera yeah thats right, get it on her face Trace your tit and scream it ugh louder Ugghh Her body laughs but her minds in some imaginary place dreamin of space and the never ending chases Hes stabbin with knife and dick shes getting so sick of runnin these races Victim as she lickd him, put herself in that position Thinkin shes more than just the sum of her holes Connects to tortured soles Fire burnin hot give it an inch and it might swallow you hole
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 16:34:35 +0000
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