dollbreaker - necrophilia
Know i'll pop open his head like a flower in bloom
Get his pasty ass skin tacked up in my room
Fuckin wakin up at seven, twenty blunts before noon
Imma spin a pussy block cause he been beggin for doom
Bring gloom like the singer of the man giles corey
I forgot your fuckin name you need remind me like dory
Know my drinks are always lighter from the vodka im pouring
He was on my block at evening he dead by the morning
All these rappers bout as blind as a cyclops with an arrow in the eye
Boutta put 'em on my plate for diners drive ins and dives
Caught him lackin in a civic, honda funeral ride
Catch a whole fuckin clip if he ain't steppin aside
DB, double barrel so i'm washing your mouth out with bullets
Put a glocky to her head, if she bite then i pull it
She gonn be a good girl n suck until i say stop and if she givin me sass, well then she hearin a pop
Fuck slut
Possum
Play dead
Awesome
Legs spread
Blossom
Panting
Saw some
Scars on her thighs so i'm getting my nut off quick
N if her man is coming home i hop the window n dip
Caught a body on my own that ain't a fuckin assist
I'm in the kitchen and i'm weighin up a brick for the flip
Know my bread is stacking higher than an fuckin angel lives
Got these rocks on my feet and they breakin in your ribs
Uh, comin in yo house and you ain't gon hear a sound
And when i'm in the bedroom i put the glocky in her mouth
Take my fuckin dick out n fuck her over n over
Then i gut her like a fish, she my new organ donar
Spit happy and sad raps, they think i'm bipolar
I just been alone for too long bitch i'm a loner
And i'm smokin on that green but i am not a stoner
There's a good fuckin chance your bitch is havin me over
Written by:
mona earle-lambert
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