[Hook: Fellatia G]
You don't really want none of this
Nah, you don;t really want none of this
[Verse 1: Fellatia G]
I'm a demon, check my evil demeanor
I fiend for the wiener, I need it
Little greedy succubus
Suck the soul out your dick
Lace you with holes and lay you stiff, ya bitch
I'll pop you like blisters, got Glocks and pistols
Witch with my crystal ball
Jewish bitch get your matzo balls off
I'm a lost cause, I can't stop making myself nauseous
With my obnoxious posturing, flawless boss bitch
Cunt wet like the sweat in a mosh pit
Spit on the clit sipping piss out your sausage
With my saucer and cup and my pinky up
The way I drink the nut, yeah you think I'm nuts, gutter slut doesn't cut it
I'm fucking repugnant, a gun man, everyone in my dungeon
Crying like I cut an onion
I'm numb to the fun, you don't really want none
I'm under your skin like a ring worm
Leave your ass worn and turn up
Born out my Mom's butt
Head fucked up like Psyduck
I cry and writhe beside myself in the fetal position
I beg you, for a lethal injection
Just want to rest for a second
Stressed from the manic depression in a therapy session
Being raped in succession
I feel less than a peasant
Prostitute, destitute, and destined to be disdained
Cause I keep it distasteful
Little basket case, test my patience
Take these lacerations while I masturbate
No casket, throw you in a mass grave
Plan a mass attack, Beta Boys we a class act
I'm bat shit, twisted, misfit
Lay back and get your ass whipped
Call it harassment, you'll be in the past tense
I'm a bad bad man, throw you in the back of my van with a gat in my hand
Pass me some Ativan, now I'm passing out again
[Hook: Fellatia G]
You don't really want none of this
I'm numb to who I once was
And even if I had some left, you wouldn't want none
You don't really want none of this
[x2]
[Verse 2: Cool Swim]
Yeah, yo
Friendless loser with no sense of humor
Just a sense of impending doom that's approaching sooner
Roach consumer, wrote with a broken future
Spitting flows is putrid over beats composed of molten mucus
I told you humans not to fuck with the weird kid
Now I'm a vengeful spirit taking penance with dreadful lyrics
Fear it, doing acid in Central Park
My mental's shattered, it used to be so pencil sharp
Descending darkness that floods through the apartment
Drugs move through my arteries slumped out on the carpet
Bugging out while I'm starving, cutting out where my heart is
Thuggish, ruggish, and bony with blood all over my clothing
Blunts always be rolling like my eyes when I'm comatosing
Overdosing, gross bitch motor boating
I've been grodey and gangly with Gang Green
And a gang of fiends that will mangle an angsty teen for free
Little Lucifer with Luna looming over her
Cold as polar fur, flow is like a solar flare
Homeless hair uncombed with a bird home in there
Turds roam and stare like "What's going on in there?"
The question in reference to my mental presence
Sentimental presents never kept would rather get it breaded
It's best you don't check what's under the steps
What's hiding there is quiet as what's under your breath
With a head that's filled with nothing but death
Destruction, corruption, spontaneous combustion
Zany as Tazmanian, Arabian eruption
Days of doing nothing going by in quick flutters
I see responsibility and shudder
Sheltered by my mother so I'm helpless as this world gets rougher
Full throttle, I don't want to talk gore
Every fucking squabble posted in my motto with a model
I get it cracking like a nigga Hoss Delgado, bitch
[Hook: Fellatia G]
