i came to ridicule women into the grave
to be rhetorically relevent to juliet is not plausable
you are shittly the last of america, the confident mailbox of your ***
gets passed, like trash beneath my sheets, hoodat?
thats a poser, white trash ballet, think so?
gimme nothing like udder against, my title, bout less
kickers in the mules acres of disease
con't grow out you face, enough laid
brittle pickles, her daddy's lies
im behind enemy lines, mid wives of genocide
homeless ain't worth a body, too bagged
your calendar like a crucifix goodbye'd
paychecks and credit fraud
no guys work, your all on pause
like menoframes of deceit
you know you cant love
you decrepit insolvent, post equality, inanimate
covid hits census blips, tried to cover me up
15 years undercover from the sphere
of mortgage meats, commodity beefs hear.
slaves, i am a proud slave of time.
the labor of my salt divine no water but hotel again?
pilgrim vs peasant. you a million dead forgots
still coming outside you pods
trampling girls and boys of abused hindsight
aint no love in these streets, and i am there with them is me too
