THE TRAUMSTER - HORSESHOE CRAB

I been sippin' blood from that horseshoe crab
I been inchin' up, so of course you mad
You a penny pinchin' fuck, can't afford new bags
Been so many times I spotted you, hit the store to grab
Way I supported you, unconditional
Had to stop hanging round them artists, they so unoriginal
You forever indented in me, it's a shame you ain't fixable
I remember they reckoning me as no more than an imbecile

Ain't no Penguinz0, but the damage is critical
Fuck the opps, all they asses is pitiful
See my junkie, I pass him the Beneful
I feel like Barney Ross from Expendables
Money army strong, this shit is flexible
She distractin', I cannot stop textin' her, got me actin' way too unprofessional
All the muhfuckin' plagiarizing won't ever get you to the Cayman Islands
I'm sippin' Bailey's in Ireland
I used to wake up to blaring of sirens
She get a creampie, I don't care 'bout her mileage
Them mans'll never see the sign
Maximillion Pegasus, I'm readin' minds
Once you put on the pedestal, you redefined
Foot on the pedal, and my chest hurt from all the velocity
She went to college for that cosmetology, but she dropped out
On a queen-sized mattress, I'm puttin' my bodily fluids in a thot's mouth
I ate so much filet mignon, I think I got gout
You know that Traumster having motion, shut your block down
She wanna come to my pad and smoke with me, bitch, not now
she wanna come to my crib and sip all of my Clase
We sip expensive shit round here, no Bombay
Finna go and break the muhfuckin' stage like I'm Rod Wave
Smokin' on a bone with a prostitute from Pompei
Island boy, but I ain't from Far Rockaway
No frontin' on the yellow bus, you gotta pay
She be cheating, call her action replay
No sense of translation, I had to relay
Lil bitch is mad, ain't hit her back in three days
They fits be fake, they got the swag from Ebay

I been sippin' blood from that horseshoe crab
I been inchin' up, so of course you mad
You a penny pinchin' fuck, can't afford new bags
Been so many times I spotted you, hit the store to grab
Way I supported you, unconditional
Had to stop hanging round them artists, they so unoriginal
You forever indented in me, it's a shame you ain't fixable
I remember they reckoning me as no more than an imbecile

Written by:
Caleb Axelrod, Justin Torres

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