Pyrophoria - Fuckery

Fuck fuck fucker
Of the arts
I'm rarer than k marts
About to outsmart
And outwrite motzart
Tomato, tomata sonata
Esto no es nada
I'm a black heart
I sit alone in the dark
No Otto von bismark
Aber Deutschlands Liebe ist stark
I think but Renee descarte
I don't know where my car is parked
Clueless let's do this for Lewis and Clark
Fuck fuck Fucker of the arts
One of many trademarks
Trust no bitch fuck a narc
Here you'll find me on the chart
That's how you can tell us apart
Return your fucking shopping cart
I'm only getting my start

I don't leave my house for all the haters
I'm a doctor followed by curators
Give them defibrillators
The others take turns
In new great herds
We're not on the same terms
A flame burns
You're all like tape worms
The tables will turn
They gonna learn
It's none of your concern
Screen monkey killing a Christmas fern
Go find another germ

There is no hook
Look
Go read a fucking book
I know these references got you shook
Fuck every class you took
I'm just smarter you overlook

Fuck can't be fucked I swear
I don't motherfucking care
About your robot mixtape claire
Spotify
Said I'm disqualified
Can't say I tried
I'm crazy eyed
I think therefore my brain is fried
I gotta fight
For my right
On a fucking website
I got banned from Twitter forever
I don't tread light as a feather
They said don't tread I never say never
What's this thread
Fucker out of our shit go to bed

My music never said hail satan
If anything it says godforsaken
Sorry boys I'm taken
In a break in
Mistaken
Ha no one's gonna pay shit for my dumb ass
Antiques road show said pay us, we'll pass
I'm a fucker take a class
You don't like what you hear think fast
Because
I'm crass you won't last nearly past the outcast, hey ya got it
No don't ask, knuckles made of brass
with a gas mask
my music is chemical warfare
No Claire
That's not on your list
They don't like a fist
Fucking swung and missed
Industrial metal rap dismissed
Fucker of a genre that don't exist
I'm on a waiting list
Take me to my psychiatrist

Fuck fuck fucker of the year
Come near
Hear ye hear ye...hear
Trap xylophone the crowd shall cheer
They jeer
I went from reading a Pap smear
For my career
To being a mutineer
Banned from a fucking medical career
I wish a fucker would, my dear
I'm just a fuckery engineer
Maybe I'll catch your ear
Or maybe I'll disappear
I'm no sonneteer
My soul needs an auctioneer
Bring it on is my peer to peer
I'll never be crystal clear
But I'm not swinging from the chandelier
Bitch I'm too old, you hear

Written by:
Jessica Hambrick

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