Chlorine

Hot head, middle of December. I been know to have a temper
I don't wanna see that head severed, The fuck I look like a brand new ed kemper

I'ma have to hit you over the head, lay you down slow, right on my bed
I don't wanna fuck, no, I don't wanna nothing, just wrap your body up and put your ass in my shed
Yes, I can get a little twisted. Is it me or you who's distant
Yes, I hit a bitch. Yes, I hit a nigga and you lie to me, there's no difference

Had to go get a new carpet. Had to go out scout for the black market
I don't see people, I don't see faces, I don't see feeble, I don't see races
I don't want love, nor do i t need praising, Don't wanna hug, stupid bitch, you disgrace me
Went around like a clown, trying to replace me. What now, now she's down, looking real tasty

They say I'm sadistic, misogynistic. No trick, I'm just not addicted to using my dick
Bitch, got a present for a bitch, it's a death wish. Oh shit, it's for me, stupid bitch, Merry Christmas



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Writer(s): Isaiah Gibson
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