This bitch keep testin me,
Constantly tryin me…
She must not be livin much cuz she dyin to see
That the chaos in my head is sadistic anxiety
And that the cute face is foolin u cuz I’m suppressing a violent streak
Thinkin my silence means I’m meak
Cuz she constantly buggin me
And I doubt it’s unknowingly
But she should continue cautiously
Cuz metaphorically she walkin herself into a dark alley wit me
I got Irene and Sally wit me
And they’ll ride or die wit me
Cuz these the broads in my head that cause me to act badly
And react madly
Cuz if you thought I had a temper then approach them cautiously
Cuz these chics are crazy
And for some reason they praise me
But watch ya back cuz they got no loyalty
To anybody but ME
On thrones in my head sittin like royalty
Waitin for the day satan tries to open the door for me
Meanin all hell’s breakin loose with no control from me
And no leniency
Cuz you’ve had time to flee the scene but u just kept on pressin me
So consequently
It’ll be you that they seek
So I advise you to take cover cuz I accept no responsibility.
Luckily,
Right now they’re just words on the page for you to read
But the like Pinocchio came to life, call me Gipetto and take heed
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