Don't Fuck With Her

Grey sky, dim mood, H2O all over my window

Broken, battered, and entangled with a deranged widow

I'm dead to her, she buried my car keys in a place that houses zombies

The most destructive eves come intentionally from Kami

The spider bite stings knowing she beat you out of that ring

Said the belt was the only thing that could make a nigga sing

Had The Devil's creation for six weeks, six days, and six hours

I was secluded, Had no sex, influence nor power

I remember when I met her, her X was invading the space, fire thrown at her face and neck

Got out of his place, probably done with the nonsense

Fast forward to now, so am I, left the heated hell of torment, personal items straight from behind

Leave bons by herself so she can deal with the FBI

returned to mom's basement

The road to become Lucy's tenant is cemented with good pavements

Saw the sob stream on IG river down her cheeks,

smelled the odered chorline through the screen

Uncoordinated wobbled lips, Cloth dressed like a handkerchief

Can’t leave this stage of life, tears had to be well received from the masses

Her gang is trying to assassinate my ass into a casket

My heart might not beat after this songs release

Tomorrow my body will probably be traced over by police

 

Your Last Lover was left in bumps, cuts and bruises

I fucked him up for you, can’t believe who the actual fool was

Wished we could’ve held each other tightly on gigantic cruises

Skin covered your heart and secrets, seemed nice on the outside

Couldn’t even see it, your last dresser was full of lean and dope lines

Your body misleads the abusive style i would’ve forget the crimes when you unwind

Clothes off, tits shine, for the moonlight, put on a cowl and let you drive on the bat ride

Made every woman clutch their fist, makes every man nip their lips

Then your bipolar issue happened

You’re Sponge bob one minute after you went SSJ in the past tense

It came crashing down when you pulled the burner for cash disputes

Told you to calm down for a few than pew-pew

Learned from the people in dark robes and shaded glasses

Master reeves thought me how to compete with bullets to see who’s the fastest

Got out the door, ran down the hallway

Now I learned why the hot breath from your X was down your face

Dead the love there, the bullet holes were the tombstone

Buried you in my memories, as the girl that had a loose dome.