Brazilian blow-out, bitch
45 minutes, to stomp you.
You and your cheap trash.
You got fucked, with your hymen intact.
Haha, so much for your party-planning.
Rained on your parade, did I?
I didn’t mean to, I just did my.
You’re a result of a bus collision,
You should be bludgeoned,
During an intervention.
The devil came to strike a deal,
Saw your soul and said no, thank you.
You ain’t going anywhere, losers,
You won’t even get new dentures.
That one is tapped out, burnt and drunk,
Find yourself a pimp and get on a bunk.
Mediocre pleasuring, that’s your style.
After two shots, you can’t go a mile.
Looked up your symptoms on WebMD,
Looks like you think too much of thee.
You got absolutely nothing on me, bitch!
Except that I am a wizard and you a witch.
If it were 1500s, they’d burn you brown,
You’d look shitty, even with your crown.
Gold-digging bitch, you didn’t dig very far,
Nobody’d give you a dime, even in hoe bazaar.
Slutty smouldering eyes, with lungs to match,
A starving hyena and leech won’t find you a catch.
Dunno where I am going with this, this infernal diss,
When you fuck a lemon-seller, you’d get strabismus.