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Give you a pussy twister
One of the benefits of a head that spins
One jab and I'm like contact
Right math like sorry to ignite that
The story of my life's bad
Dad caught my mom with a right jab
And god I'm sidetracked
It all began with Angel dust
Dad out all night getting fucked
With his shithead friends known drug addicts
Malvin and Millard he found some new children
I was sleeping my head phones on
Dear Pencil drawn like a weapon pawn
Done playing tic tac toe with my lil sister
While Mr wicked goat look my dad was really cold
Didn't say he loved me called me ugly don't call me ugly
Choke bart man on homer code
One time he even threw me over the living room sofa
Hit the post
Dope traumatic romantic ranting dramatic
A simple toast to the simple folks
I'm close to ending it all the pistol groped
This is the last piss from a savage
My pops acid attached Angel dust relapsed
Screaming foaming talking about omens and demons
He bad schizophrenic who don't take his meds
Patient prepped talking to aliens in a sweat
Thought moms was one
She tickled red I mean she took a brick to the head
Saying don't but he gone sonny
Moms off running
I touched the button 15 taking acid
Thinking passionate Satan back at it again
Addict to extacy shrooms like it's my family's heirlooms
Father to son is like gravity dude
Turned out I been crazy since the age of two
Undiagnosed schizophrenic by 22 thought it was early dimentia
Crazier than a gentile baby I could get wild
A sex child
Should have lived thru the seventies
Flower hot boy what you got
I'm a slut that's thick fucked up and shit
He they my pronouns
Love the way you go down

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