Booked my ticket
Couldn't even wait to pay the bill.
Haven't had to see
Your stupid little walking piece of fake pretty
Almost forgot you existed,
Until the help of the harlot, the tramp enlisted.
Don't you ladies see?
It don't matter how many times-
For each one of ya I get hundreds of rhymes.
So leave me be,
Go off into your alley in search of that snowy tree
Doll, I ain't got nothing left
Nothing for your continued theft.
Take your shoes and hit the door,
Oh no, come now- get off your knees, get off the floor.
You're just another face
Just another disgrace
Just another attempt to slow my pace
Just another tragic head-case.
I tried being nice.
Tried being the sugar to your spice.
But oh baby here comes my cayenne pepper:
Is that the best you can do, calling me a heifer?
Little floozy
I'm where you wish to be.
Check each fact-
My business is still in tact.
You keep yapping
While my lens keeps snapping.
And you keep workin' at the shop,
While I'm about to country hop.
Oh yeah I know you've been posing
While the clothes drop
And the skin keeps exposing.
So enjoy your bitter hole
Hope you let go before the poisons take a toll.
 Alucarda Incarnate · Sun Feb 23, 2014 @ 04:48am · 0 Comments |
