Foul Child

Glide by hiding the black eye like a Rabia with a bomb tied,

if I had gone died, I would come back alive with a pale vibe.

Caused a genocide-the end of times with a single bite,

apatite, here i come Caroline-it's supper time.

If dad finds the paper backs of my "Rape Her" mags-

in my favorite stash, there'd be another table smashed.

At the front door is the cable man,

I attacked him with an-industrial staple gun,

and-crushed-his-skull in one squeeze of my fatal palms,

Ugghh.. [splat]

Then i drain the brains-in with the fruit punch, yum-now im calm-

i can sit and read the latest-issue, wonder woman with-the-tissues.

I'm harboring flees, I'm gardening weeds with pee,

chase bees and sharpen my teeth on the bark of trees.

I bark at the breeze, I'm a human but I got dog in my genes.