Massacre the Demons
I need somebody
I want somebody
Massacre
Like a Deadpool Disciple who only speaks spanish
2 machetes
Like a badass papa who excels at getting evidence
I'm a fetishist
Lose my mind over women weightlifting
Words like bulgy and dense and massive
Thick muscle calves, pair of heels get light headed
Man we call that the madness
See her walk by bet I'm getting after it
Yeah bruh I go with you to the strip club
But only get only get dances from the one doing pull ups YoooO!
Life is good my friends...
Honesty pays such high dividends
Try it out, promise great things'll happen
Massacre the demons acting as your wardens
I feel that weight up on my shoulders so I throw it off
Been telling lies so long my pants are always burning off
I must confess that I remain so effin' fortunate
Because I learned the secret. speak your truth to live your dreams
Stop being ridiculous
Start clapping your hands
Stop lying to yourself
Start clapping your hands
What are you protecting?
Start clapping your hands
What are you holding back for?
Start clapping your hands
Massacre the demons
Start clapping your hands
Don't you thirst for freedom
She said everything she wanted was a man who would love her
Put her underneath no other
Lift her to heaven from under the covers
Unfortunately
She had an attraction that she had been repressing
She was raised with a lot of religiosity
But Sapphos fueled in her a poetic streak
You know what I mean
She played the good girl
She was the prom queen...
Coveted by both genders alike
While she prefered one she let the other stick knives...
Right into her back (thighs)
These men were so stupid could not understand
She went through her Uni no experiments
Just bound by demons in relationships
See... she couldn't commit
But It wasn't them it was herself she mistrusted
All the signs in the world she denied them
And wondered why she lied awake at night
Took 20 more years now an executive
An empty nest divorcee with grown up kids
Taking a vacation alone in barbados
That's where she met Sam who divined her true nature
They shared tender kisses
The closeness was palpable
It took 2 generations to feel magical
Cast out a demonic loveless phantasm
It took her whole life for her to have her first orgasm
Locking up with a different love the same gender
Why hadn't she done it before
The pleasure mixed with the sadness of a life unlived
She'd massacre the demons that held back these tears
She felt that weight up on her shoulders so she threw it off
Been telling lies so long her pants were always burning off
She must confess that she remain so effin' fortunate
Because she learned the secret. live your truth to feel your dreams
I need somebody
I want somebody
Stop being ridiculous
Start clapping your hands
Stop lying to yourself
Start clapping your hands
What are you protecting?
Start clapping your hands
What are you holding back for?
Start clapping your hands
Massacre the demons
Start clapping your hands
Live it in freedom
Start clapping your hands
I want somebody
Massacre
Like a Deadpool Disciple who only speaks spanish
2 machetes
Like a badass papa who excels at getting evidence
I'm a fetishist
Lose my mind over women weightlifting
Words like bulgy and dense and massive
Thick muscle calves, pair of heels get light headed
Man we call that the madness
See her walk by bet I'm getting after it
Yeah bruh I go with you to the strip club
But only get only get dances from the one doing pull ups YoooO!
Life is good my friends...
Honesty pays such high dividends
Try it out, promise great things'll happen
Massacre the demons acting as your wardens
I feel that weight up on my shoulders so I throw it off
Been telling lies so long my pants are always burning off
I must confess that I remain so effin' fortunate
Because I learned the secret. speak your truth to live your dreams
Stop being ridiculous
Start clapping your hands
Stop lying to yourself
Start clapping your hands
What are you protecting?
Start clapping your hands
What are you holding back for?
Start clapping your hands
Massacre the demons
Start clapping your hands
Don't you thirst for freedom
She said everything she wanted was a man who would love her
Put her underneath no other
Lift her to heaven from under the covers
Unfortunately
She had an attraction that she had been repressing
She was raised with a lot of religiosity
But Sapphos fueled in her a poetic streak
You know what I mean
She played the good girl
She was the prom queen...
Coveted by both genders alike
While she prefered one she let the other stick knives...
Right into her back (thighs)
These men were so stupid could not understand
She went through her Uni no experiments
Just bound by demons in relationships
See... she couldn't commit
But It wasn't them it was herself she mistrusted
All the signs in the world she denied them
And wondered why she lied awake at night
Took 20 more years now an executive
An empty nest divorcee with grown up kids
Taking a vacation alone in barbados
That's where she met Sam who divined her true nature
They shared tender kisses
The closeness was palpable
It took 2 generations to feel magical
Cast out a demonic loveless phantasm
It took her whole life for her to have her first orgasm
Locking up with a different love the same gender
Why hadn't she done it before
The pleasure mixed with the sadness of a life unlived
She'd massacre the demons that held back these tears
She felt that weight up on her shoulders so she threw it off
Been telling lies so long her pants were always burning off
She must confess that she remain so effin' fortunate
Because she learned the secret. live your truth to feel your dreams
I need somebody
I want somebody
Stop being ridiculous
Start clapping your hands
Stop lying to yourself
Start clapping your hands
What are you protecting?
Start clapping your hands
What are you holding back for?
Start clapping your hands
Massacre the demons
Start clapping your hands
Live it in freedom
Start clapping your hands
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Writer(s): Michael Anthony Bridgett
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