blood thirst

The worst kinda blood thirst it comes from the gut.

Curse words come up salt hurts in the cut

My Fault Its all burnt up So fucking what

i don't give a flying fuck Stop trying to make up You fake slut

the doors duct-taped shut to these whores With Messed up makeup And fake butts

They On all fours And all want face fucked

Say what you will I feel these slick eals

won't ease ills but fill up on cheap thrills

get dicked and eat pills repeat and cheat, steal

For stacks of creased bills,

sleep beneath sleek sheets And get steep chills

Weep when we chill But me I see real

The weed is D zill And she will breath nill

Ol' D gotta beat on repeat.

Skeet on a sheet my seed Is guaranteed

Apparently a parent these Words are my kids

Let's see if they bleed When Stabbed with a bic A dad with a wit

The pen is my phallis the ink is my jizz

Keep on creating as long as I live