Wa la sh eeee eesh Uteeeee Wa la sh eeee eesh Uteeeee Wa la sh eeee eesh Uteeeee Wa la sh eeee eesh Uteeeee la eeshhh I’m fucking playing chicken with the mirror. Singing Bloody Mary, but forget the chorus. Get my blood pressure rising, feeling reborn. So scared from the dark had to sleep with the camera recording. Demon in me is whoring. Of course. Hope I don’t get widows pregnant. Once they get a taste of him, they there’s no cure. Bite of the black widow, let me web this together. We can be red together baby. Let our sins sincerely be the glory steering us. Till I’m scared of death. Oh lord, just a deer in there headlights, I’m all forest. Forensic check ya I think he’s dead. He’s done. Dried out. Bleed out, now he’s a blood scout. This is a psychopath's nursery rhyme. Hole time he be losing his mind, saying this shits fire. I’m not the normal, I invest this words. Then digest them until there over my head. I’m not praying with interest. But if I were to do so, I’d be injecting pray mantis's with steroids so more dangerous. I’m the man tisssm. Wicked manerisms. I sink like titanic, but explode like volcanic inferno. Kinda burns though. Use to think I was kinda slow. Still do, minds like playsdoe. Easily reshape able. Still not sure how that fits. Just cram it into the jar, best believe it comes back with bars. I get the track jumping. Interesting how dumber and dumby can be so bright. Wicked sunny. Nose punching. Lip loving. Butt humping. Mother fucker thinking thunder storming through my crazy thoughts. It’s going on and onnnnn
