[Verse, Melismatic cadence rap vocals] It's the 1800s She was a troubled teen Lunged from the dust Shoveling custody Introduced her to touch She lusts for trust indeed Felt rust, under the sleeve No sufferage, Suffer or breed to be illustrious. Need husbands to weave Thru the clutter At the public greens Looking supple (Supple) At dungeon ravines Looking muddy Hunt for wolverines Gluttonous lovers Shunned, was too unique They wanted younger (Younger) Emboldened, she summoned The occultist Of umbral Under a berry tree Juicing death from the clusters (yuh) A jug of punishment the juggernaut A succulent broth Pungent, lusterless Blessed by succubus froth Til it clutches your thoughts And lungs with it... She dipped a sponge To huff the shyt Tincture to the gums To suckle it Nightshade Dripped in her eyes Felt like a PUNCTURE... [instrumental caesura & cambia] [Bridge, Capriccio Tonalities] Eyes dilated desire of a primal wasteland Eyes dilated Analyze XY As violations Control her mind Control ovulation dilated See the evil in the faces dilated See the beetles in the fragrance dilated See her fetus exploitated Eyes dilated Give her night vision Luna became wisdom sun became relentless Pupils burned to a blur Ascension She became crippled... Blind like windows Cane without Christmas Dilated! [Fernwerk] (Dilated) [Chorus, Enchanting Solemn Angelic Female Voices] Sharp bites From the nightshadeeee Giving us night vision [Harmonizing Chorus, Guttural Melismatic Monk Moans] Sharp bites From the nightshadeeee Giving us night vision [Fernwerk Whispers] (Night vision) [Verse, Husky Baritone Cloud Rap Half Time Vocals] She's like the sun In a onesie Sullied She only sees The rust In her frumpies. Subtly I nudged on her Jugglies She shunned me Unblushed (What) Said Am I ugly Or chunky [Instrumental caesura] She's like a sponge Suck the judgement Of bums In circumference They shunned So they grunt Like the plum Is an onion (Love) Touch the mirror It's blushing She felt like mud So she crushed it [Instrumental caesura] She's like a submarine Undercover Hunting for Bubblestein He's a smuggler Sculpt a lil rubber Around the butthole For fuckin cheap Now she's a muffler Muscle spasms And lung machines Drywall in the titty A sculpture Forever seventeen [Instrumental caesura] She's like tumbleweed Wanted lust And a fuck routine But the humble mean She got a concrete bubble No construction team If only she could discover esteem Flushed face Smothered in elitism Puckered for feces Beauty is how you feel About yourself Don't need a reason Truly revealed Thru inner health And how you healing (Yuh) Night Visions [instrumental climax & fade out capriccio]
