Trauma Pancakes
I reheat those shit pancakes, I make 'em taste real sweet
With extra syrup dressing, and Gaga on repeat
For she is queen and I am Prince of this entourage
Got big hair, booty, and tits like the famed Michelle Visage
No stopping what I'm doing, for it is my Destiny
I'm not a Child, young, naive, so please, stop testing me
I have my limits they're sky high, like true queen with the Grace
The only thing I'm serving now is syrup on your face
Boom boom
Toot toot
Got syrup on your face
Boom boom
Toot toot
Pour syrup on pancakes
Boom boom
Toot toot
I'm the family disgrace
Boom boom
Toot toot
Ya, I am Poison Grace
I didn't come from no money or extravaganza life
Got plenty of that trauma though, being raised just for a wife
The church covered it up and said I'm fine before My God
As long as I'll hold fast to the "True Gospel's" Golden Rod
Still holdin' fast, but I'm myself, no one else can compare
For I was raised " So Holy" in my Godly underwear
Learned the handshakes, prayed in circles to get into Heaven
But Heaven wouldn't be so great without the Homo Sin
Boom boom
Toot toot
Got syrup on your face
Boom boom
Toot toot
Pour syrup on pancakes
Boom boom
Toot toot
I'm the family disgrace
Boom boom
Toot toot
Ya, I am Poison Grace
Dance Break
Hu hu hu
Dance, Dance, Dance
Dance Break
Hu hu hu
Dance Break
Stop! Don't touch me there
For forbidden is the fruit of my Eden Garden garden blooming flower
Boom boom
Toot toot
Got syrup on your face
Boom boom
Toot toot
Pour syrup on pancakes
Boom boom
Toot toot
I'm the family disgrace
Boom boom
Toot toot
Ya, I am Poison Grace
Sorry Mom and Sorry Dad, I hate to disappoint
But I'm just being honest for I reached the breaking point
Spillin' secrets, cut me open for birds to eat my flesh
But that is just what happens when you go for the Celesht'
So Celesht'
Don't be a betch
so, so, so, so so, so Celesht
Bangeter
Five, Six, Seven, Eight
Don't mess with Poison, cuz she'll let him in
Go straight through the heart as soon he sticks it in,
Bustin nothin six hole rounds, shooting blanks yeah from his glock
Its not just this bussy though he likes my pillow talk
Cuz sweeter the poison the boys all comin' fast, ha
Empty stomach, Ice desert good thing I learned to fast
The boys cant keep it up but they be begging me for more
I give them all the codes for easy access to my door
Boom boom
Toot toot
Got syrup on your face
Boom boom
Toot toot
Pour syrup on these cakes
Boom boom
Toot toot
I'm the family disgrace
Boom boom
Toot toot
Ya, I am Poison Grace
With extra syrup dressing, and Gaga on repeat
For she is queen and I am Prince of this entourage
Got big hair, booty, and tits like the famed Michelle Visage
No stopping what I'm doing, for it is my Destiny
I'm not a Child, young, naive, so please, stop testing me
I have my limits they're sky high, like true queen with the Grace
The only thing I'm serving now is syrup on your face
Boom boom
Toot toot
Got syrup on your face
Boom boom
Toot toot
Pour syrup on pancakes
Boom boom
Toot toot
I'm the family disgrace
Boom boom
Toot toot
Ya, I am Poison Grace
I didn't come from no money or extravaganza life
Got plenty of that trauma though, being raised just for a wife
The church covered it up and said I'm fine before My God
As long as I'll hold fast to the "True Gospel's" Golden Rod
Still holdin' fast, but I'm myself, no one else can compare
For I was raised " So Holy" in my Godly underwear
Learned the handshakes, prayed in circles to get into Heaven
But Heaven wouldn't be so great without the Homo Sin
Boom boom
Toot toot
Got syrup on your face
Boom boom
Toot toot
Pour syrup on pancakes
Boom boom
Toot toot
I'm the family disgrace
Boom boom
Toot toot
Ya, I am Poison Grace
Dance Break
Hu hu hu
Dance, Dance, Dance
Dance Break
Hu hu hu
Dance Break
Stop! Don't touch me there
For forbidden is the fruit of my Eden Garden garden blooming flower
Boom boom
Toot toot
Got syrup on your face
Boom boom
Toot toot
Pour syrup on pancakes
Boom boom
Toot toot
I'm the family disgrace
Boom boom
Toot toot
Ya, I am Poison Grace
Sorry Mom and Sorry Dad, I hate to disappoint
But I'm just being honest for I reached the breaking point
Spillin' secrets, cut me open for birds to eat my flesh
But that is just what happens when you go for the Celesht'
So Celesht'
Don't be a betch
so, so, so, so so, so Celesht
Bangeter
Five, Six, Seven, Eight
Don't mess with Poison, cuz she'll let him in
Go straight through the heart as soon he sticks it in,
Bustin nothin six hole rounds, shooting blanks yeah from his glock
Its not just this bussy though he likes my pillow talk
Cuz sweeter the poison the boys all comin' fast, ha
Empty stomach, Ice desert good thing I learned to fast
The boys cant keep it up but they be begging me for more
I give them all the codes for easy access to my door
Boom boom
Toot toot
Got syrup on your face
Boom boom
Toot toot
Pour syrup on these cakes
Boom boom
Toot toot
I'm the family disgrace
Boom boom
Toot toot
Ya, I am Poison Grace
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Writer(s): Jeremy Sidwell
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