wHore
• Written by tweekinpeakin
she shoplifted
from the thrift store
shes a whore
shes your whore
ive been fucking her
ive been fucking your whore
i dont want your whore no more
lobotomy on your whore
make her forget she a whore
then i fuck her some more
then i kick her out the door
dont ever come for your whore when shes at my score
im running her pussy over in the fucking four door
ima savage i dont care about your damn whore
when these niggas get to drugs
i see pussy niggas turn to thugs
cant see the light no homie
cant even breath through the smite
pop out with the tec
mind rape its hate
fuck that state
erase your mind
control my bitch
then i take your whore
but before the dyke hit my spliff
i gotta ask
"does your mind see bliss?"
because all i see is hate
its great
shoot the already dead ones respectable bodies
the future is tainted
its full of whores
drop neck limp nitch bodies
pull my shotti out her pussy loose
grip tight like shawny
pull out my dick
fuck the feds
dont ever smoke no bread
the son of a demon slut
my mind is controlled by the pilgrims of such
rope me up and fuck me up like god
sent his body to the river
bloody tie him up scream his name
its murder
cut his feet off and feed it to the pigs
this life to live front forward to the brim
stocky sloppy bodies, sloppy bitches
control the movement of fate
and finish my story weak like tristans meat
cant stop the fire from this sleek speak
which reality is tweaked
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tweekinpeakin
Member since February 10 2019