HECTIC
Her life was hectic
Curious cat was short of change
Cost of consistency
Really isn't a lot of games
It's the opposite
Camaraderie, rods and chains
Bolts and screws
Who screwed you
Used you to box their pain
She was paranoid from her past religion
Seen men use powers
To reroute thoughts in children
She used to cross herself
Until she crossed herself
Knew truth, the process
A lot kept in products locked in hell
The feeling smelt of burnt lockets from a shelf
Eulogy to anglosaxon's
Pocket watch stopped on 12
The other hand to 3
But what's it spell
Father was a demon
Walking, talking shop
Shot his shot and failed
Her own mother cockblocked him
God you saw that well
Do something about him
If not he might try his shot again and sail
She used to wonder
How far she could fly like mail
Leave the post office today
Be in NY by 12
Kale smoothies, summer time
Hot like the third rail
Boys say she look like something sweet
And is it for sale
The movie never changed
Just the channel
Animalimalistc panel
Want to screen the body
Underneath her flannel
Poor girl, baby got it going on
Whole world mislead, needing naughty
Her body wore a song
It's not her's to sing
Shorty fought it for so long
Should of pumped shotty
Aimed and bodied boy's
Body parts for wrongs
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker die
Her life was hectic
A poem a rotten peach
Would wilt and cry for
She met a guy
When will allowed her reach
A reason to ride forward
She rode the wave to the beach
Dood was a creep, loser chic
Stood 5,4, a leach eyesore
Wanted to keep and eat the pie
But not this time whore
Not on this time lord
Too much time
You took from behind her
This poem is her track
She's about to run it back
Bound to dollars
Minus the cents of bozos addicted to jack
You want her nudes
But you don't want her hand
You want a hug
But you don't want her to stand
Corrupt men die for so many reasons
Still with your two eyes
You can't see shit without your precum
Poor girl, baby got it going on
Whole world mislead, needing naughty
Her body wore a song
It's not her's to sing
Shorty fought it for so long
Should of pumped shotty
Aimed and bodied boy's
Body parts for wrongs
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker die
Curious cat was short of change
Cost of consistency
Really isn't a lot of games
It's the opposite
Camaraderie, rods and chains
Bolts and screws
Who screwed you
Used you to box their pain
She was paranoid from her past religion
Seen men use powers
To reroute thoughts in children
She used to cross herself
Until she crossed herself
Knew truth, the process
A lot kept in products locked in hell
The feeling smelt of burnt lockets from a shelf
Eulogy to anglosaxon's
Pocket watch stopped on 12
The other hand to 3
But what's it spell
Father was a demon
Walking, talking shop
Shot his shot and failed
Her own mother cockblocked him
God you saw that well
Do something about him
If not he might try his shot again and sail
She used to wonder
How far she could fly like mail
Leave the post office today
Be in NY by 12
Kale smoothies, summer time
Hot like the third rail
Boys say she look like something sweet
And is it for sale
The movie never changed
Just the channel
Animalimalistc panel
Want to screen the body
Underneath her flannel
Poor girl, baby got it going on
Whole world mislead, needing naughty
Her body wore a song
It's not her's to sing
Shorty fought it for so long
Should of pumped shotty
Aimed and bodied boy's
Body parts for wrongs
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker die
Her life was hectic
A poem a rotten peach
Would wilt and cry for
She met a guy
When will allowed her reach
A reason to ride forward
She rode the wave to the beach
Dood was a creep, loser chic
Stood 5,4, a leach eyesore
Wanted to keep and eat the pie
But not this time whore
Not on this time lord
Too much time
You took from behind her
This poem is her track
She's about to run it back
Bound to dollars
Minus the cents of bozos addicted to jack
You want her nudes
But you don't want her hand
You want a hug
But you don't want her to stand
Corrupt men die for so many reasons
Still with your two eyes
You can't see shit without your precum
Poor girl, baby got it going on
Whole world mislead, needing naughty
Her body wore a song
It's not her's to sing
Shorty fought it for so long
Should of pumped shotty
Aimed and bodied boy's
Body parts for wrongs
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker, die motherfucker die
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Robert Haug, Brenton Michael Gomez
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