Headass U - adams

This is poetry
You know it in your ovaries
Oh since ovaltine
I been ownin' Ogilvie

This is culture that the vultures
Wouldn't lurch on
This a turn on then a turn off then a turn on
Get our burn on
Lord Heron in the furnace
Burn it burn it burn it
Like it's somethin' out the circus

Burn it
Burn it burn it burn it
Only way the vermin scurry
Hocus pocus blowin'
Doin' tricks we smokin dojer
Keep itching and time ends
Sickness in my mindness

Livin' with a hive
It's the flyest
An it leaks
All the fuckin' bees
Swarm free an eat me
Scream try I but my pleas lack meaning

Wasps in my head
Batch of ants in my pockets
Socks full of roaches
Not the ones I'm smokin honest
Parts don't fit, wrong arm wrong socket
I just keep on laughin like I'm joshin'
When I know that they be mockin'
Walk outta school an see my mom
I can see em watch
Whole fuckin group
Like they squakin' like goblins
I just wanna off em
'Fore I take the devil's offer

Talk that shit the family tree won't forget
I was too meek to really say what I meant
Talk that shit we turn your shirt to a vest
Put a hole in your chest
Now your heart beats less (Bitch)

Written by:
Anson Jones

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