Stop dancing, you braindead ho.
The man’s angry and sad.
He ain’t making music to make you twerk.
Hold his hand and be nice instead.
There’s gold aplenty
Earn your share.
Don’t take a broke man,
And break him even more.
You think it’s all about thy,
But in the end, he will be sly.
Life ain’t a party, asshole!
It’s an ocean of tranquil beaches
And pristine waters don’t need bitches.
Go fuck yourself and choke yourself.
You don’t even deserve a hospital bed.
You so lousy, even Jaws would vomit,
A tattoo and aviators don’t make you loveable,
Your ugly mug shows your pus filled heart.
Maybe there’s no heaven and hell;
But you ain’t going nowhere,
Until I break your bones.
I always laughed at how ANGRY Matthew is.
Thank You for rapping those words out.
Die, bitch, die!
Your funeral goes unattended.
Don’t step in a holy place;
Satan awaits you there.
Or are you yourself the devil?
Rot in muddy waters
Eaten by dung beetles;
Your bones so broken,
Even a dog wouldn’t chew’em
I’m calling the Chesapeake Ripper,
He needs some leftovers.
Bring a big Tupperware, I say
Cuz this bitch don’t fit nowhere.
Moldy, and mangy, flies decomposing your body.
I will hang angel lights, on my balcony.
Hydrofluoric acid in your bathtub,
Rat poison in your rosé.
Push you off the tallest building,
Dunk your harlot head in the sea,
Ram a shiv in your jugular,
Brakes pedals on your car, cut loose,
A barrel of a gun pointed to your brain
The devil’s fork driven in your chest.
Bleed and don’t breathe,
The grim ripper awaits in black
While I grind your bones to powder.
Go through the nine hells,
Screaming and helpless.
Burn, bitch and stop living.
Don’t hide your horns;
We all see through the Hermes scarf.
Perfume and lotions ain’t gonna help,
The castigated trollop that you are.
I paid it forward, you fuckhead.
Thy will pay back, blood and all.
The fag-end flew in,
Parked between the chlorinated scarf.
Someone somewhere had puffed away,
While I lay and dreamt of flowers.