Supermodel Taxidermy - McMurray's Finest

Sadomasochistic
My God she is so twisted
I think that blonde's sadistic
She's in love with all this sick shit
She's got drawers of whips and dressers full
Of things to keep your attention
Secret words and big demands
You're on the leash with her commands
You feel it's free
You think she's the one
Until the bedroom fun is done
Now you've got your little whore
Inside the kitchen
What a bore
Because she don't eat
It's not her fuel
Pint and pipe
That is her dual
Go to work and eat those lies
The prostitute junkie
Is living in disguise
Fake accounts
All done online
Text that number
Send that dime
Reality can be your friend
If your willing to accept that hand
Otherwise the culture shock
Will tear you up when you learn
What the whore's been doing
Fake accounts
All done online
Text that number
Send that dime
She has no father
But wants you daddy
Needs to feel loved so badly
Served for sex before her prime
Two boyfriends later
Her mom still denies
Well Mike got charged
And moved back in
Thirteen months
He paid his sins
Now you know where it all starts
Aggressive hands
And a blackened heart
A blood eagle
Let's expose his guts
The truth is out
No more eyes wide shut

Written by:
Shawn Maynard

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