Meat Cute

She was ready to relax Thinking Netflix and chill Her behind was so stacked Turned around so we could still Make the beast with two backs Had her cummin at will While I been looking round the pad Deciding what I’m gone steal I’m not insane I’m just ill This kleptomania thrill Is what it takes to keep away The baser instinct to kill And chop her up in little bits And turn her into a chilli Split into multiple Tupperwares One for me one for Billie After all she was the one That set this up its so silly But she just loves it when Some other chick is licking my willy Back to the matter at hand Her throat enclosing my gland That pinkie in my asshole’s About to ruin the plan If I bust now she’ll kick me out And I’ll feel less of a man Time to stand up on my feet Suppress the feeling to skeet Repose her over the sofa And yeet in deep with the meat She throw it back while I mentally jack her flatscreen tv Mine is a 22" new in 2003 I wax the crack and check to see if she gets HBO Max I love to bone to Game of Thrones, the winsome incest attracts But then she went and turned it off, said she found it distracting Couldn’t buy into Littlefinger's accent or his acting It’s a fair critique I mean I’m not hating Aidan Gillen He was the bomb in The Wire and Frank Kinsella in Kin And he got range that’s what I’m saying 'specially as a villain But it's too late now guess this date became the scene of a killing I was just freaking to tax But now I’m wielding the axe And she’ll be squealing off The feeling of it cleaving her back She won’t be healing from that Skin peeling off like a snack This orange is the new black My mistress wistfully whacked No more slacking I hack her limbs And pack her into a sack With her iPad and other gadgets I’d initially noted When she was doting on my boner So she wouldn’t be lonely Least that’s what Billie woulda told her She’s a master attractor Although a mean kind of bastard If she's hassled she's swift to lure Your daughter into her castle Eats chiefly sweetmeats and cattle Treats needy people like chattel Asked me to call her Ghislane When on our dates she would straddle And then grapple with their apparel Grab and put them in manacles Fit them with a bit and saddle On which she sits and cackles, Whipping their hips with a paddle. Parents hyena and jackal. Oh what keeps me from tattling? She cut out my Adams apple Now my voice only crackles And no one understands my babble Cos I talk with a rattle But I'll confess to a policeman Via medium of Scrabble. Tho when you’re screwing like we do Morality’s another town I’m mackin' like a knife Put us both in the ground