Foul Mouth
• Written by Prettywild
Bitch you got a foul mouth, whatcha talking for
I'll stick a tampon up your snout, and hit you till you spew more
I'm like Thor but evil with a mighty spore
take all the citys down in a deadly gore just cause I'm bored
I live in an ugly fort up on the hill place so errie
it'll give you fucking chills so many have been killed
so much running blood spilled so get the fuck out my grill
Our land getting flooded and our leaders have no skill
Bill Gates waits till he fulfills his trill fake prophecy
Will rape till were draped in a rough shaped economy
Fills craved type reshape for a Tough faked hypocrisy
Build raged vibe for pained rough third decayed democracy
Thrill raised wide for shamed wrong religious portrayed enemy
Downhill paved guide raised to headstrong swayed remedy
vision is lost and it all turns to ebony,
diction is frost and government is tyranny
It's what instills the fear in me go on a fucking killing spree
I am the only nominee and no one disagrees
cause I make a plea to buy our freedom
fuck your rectum to get my kingdom won't wear a condom
feed you my reproductive venom
going till I reach the stardom reach quantum and learn the Harlem
make a biological serum to kill the cynical system
its unleashes deadly symptoms lashes little victims
and kills in masses following this rhythm
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Prettywild
Member since May 23 2015