Hmmmm what did the fox really say? mmmmmm I can show you what she SOUNDS like laterrrrrr, mmmmmm [VERSE 1] She arrived at midnight like a secret stepping off the box, amber body like a riddle tangled up in pure paradox, the kind of sway that winds you back and delicately stops the stocks, she came to take the room apart and brought her own damn locks that tail alone could end you and it doesn't wear a thing but shocks, she slid between the speakers like a current through the docks, something filthy in the bassline as she navigates the blocks, every sorry bastard in that building bracing for the aftershocks Fox.... Fox.... Zero fox... Zero FUUCKS Zero fox... Zero FUUCKS ooooooooooooooh ha [VERSE 2] Now she's climbing slow and dirty like she's cracking open deadlocks, peeling back the dark like something ripe and tossing out the frocks, she doesn't give a damn about the jocks lined up like nervous stocks, one hip roll one raised eyebrow and every heartbeat stops and knocks she detoxed every boring aching night inside those blocks, slipped between the gridlock of your brain and cut the docks, the kind of filth your bloodstream recognises deep beyond the shocks, she moved like punctuation through the sentence of your clocks Fox.... Fox.... Zero fox... Zero FUUCKS Zero fox... Zero FUUCKS ooooooooooooooh ha hit it foxy!!! [rap breakdown chaos] Now she's moving like a rumour and her body is the chatterbox, amber fur like liquid velvet and it shimmers through the warlocks, she's got Goldilocks in envy and she's hitting harder than horse cocks, every warlock in the building getting levelled by the aftershocks she rolls so HIGH she practically invented the concept of the skybox, those claws are tracing something on her collarbone that no one clocks the g-string doing diplomacy between the hemispheres of paradox, that tail a slow and devastating pendulum of velvetlocks she leans back on the pole and hell she weaponised her own Botox, got every nerve in every body blowing out like circuit breakthroughs shocks she breathes and that alone could disassemble all of Fort Knox, one paw runs slow across that fur and brother that's a thunderbox she drops it to the bassline like she personally designed the boom box, winds it back up slowly through a haze of amber slybox those eyes half shut are doing something deeply unorthodox, the kind of look that cracks you at the level of your building blocks she doesn't need a single word her body is the jukebox, the filthiest most elegant and dangerous of all the Goldilocks just fur and heat and claws and lace and one smirk from the sandbox, she burned the room to nothing — baby that was always the hatbox [BRIDGE — slow burn, speeds up] Let me tell you what she does between the amber fur and shocks, that g-string barely whispering a secret that just mocks, one claw hooked inside the lace and hell it stops the docks, gives you just enough to devastate then calmly changes locks feel the fur against the low light feel the heat beneath the frocks, feel those claws rake slowly upward sending current through your cocks, feel the panties hit the floor like punctuation off the clocks, feel her feel her feel that dangerous warmth — she knocks Zero fox... Zero FUUCKS Zero fox... Zero FUUCKS Fuck the fox! uh ohhhhh oooops oh no no no, you can't play with my fox box not yet anyway haaaa [VERSE 3 — fastest, filthiest, tightest] Now she's deep inside the drop and she is burning through the dreadlocks, something primal in the way she moves that cures you of your pox, orthodox and proper thought dissolving into paradox, she's the vox of every hunger you were told to keep in stocks she's the equinox of filth and grace and nobody objects, that tail curling round the pole like smoke around the docks, unorthodox and unapologetic moving through the blocks, she's the equinox of soft and sharp — the fur, the claws, the shocks, just the smirk, the g-string on the floor — and then the room unlocks [OUTRO — one breath, one word] Tail.... Shocks.... Amber.... Dreadlocks.... Filth.... Equinox.... Clocks.... Stopped.... Un.......locked. ..one look. ..just once. ..gone. Zero Fox! Zero FUCKS !
