Your Slaughter

This ain't a Batlle it's a Slaughter,

You ain't a man, did dad really wanna a Daughter,

Bring me with if you hang your self so I can pull the rope Torturer,

Let you decompose and be eaten slow by cretins below - Torture,

Though I'd record the Manslaughter with your Camcorder,

I loves bath's blood bath's - not water,

When I write I'm like a rapper with hammer,

does that make me an Author or Thor?

Snort a quarter in court then yawn - ahh,

then fuck my lawyer in the foyer with a Pointer,

Bust a nut and loiter until till the judge comes to join her,

Tongue in her - yum dinner - but fuck it stinks like an Oyster,

Butt fuck Latoya - call it Sodom & Gomorrah,

Flow wet as Coy are,

You ain't the shit - just Hemorrhoids - ha,