Picket Fences
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Say a bunch of shit we don’t mean when we’re upset, yo!
The time we spent it was addictive as the tips of syringes
When it pricks through the skin, lust is dripping [?] her
She had an ass thicker than the tension in this room
Makes me want to investigate the dimensions of her womb
Now we got together under equivocal tension
Because we got domesticated, tried to picket our fences
But our routine is fighting now, getting defensive
Rhymes rival the Bible with all my scriptures on vengeance
Can’t believe I used to think this shit’s vagina’s tight
Now all we ever seem to do is sixty-nine and fight
Rather beat your face some, like you were sniffing china white
Replace your vibrator with a stick of dynamite
But I’m a different kind of guy, that you ain’t gotta be beat down
Taste as sweet as candy, but you rotted my teeth out
Turned a happy home into a haunted house
I hope the memory of my dick will forever haunt your mouth
And fuck the drama promises, we’re both dishonest now
And if I see you with a new dude, then I’mma stomp him out
Oh yes, it’s me! Obsessive ex-boyfriend!
You flip my switch, I’m like a gas chamber how I vent poison
No choice in this matter, knowing it’s [?]
I be ruining pig pictures like the Zodiac killer
When I first met you, you looked like Jessica Biel
You put on weight, now it’s like I’m having sex with a seal
Motherfucker
Better get your hormones and estrogen right
Because I don’t want to go to prison for the rest of my life
Oh, now you give me silent treatment, Charlie Chaplin
Now the bitch won’t listen, Marlee Matlin
It’s trial by fire, fighting like wildest west, boy let’s spin it wilder
Which way? Well, this vial of meth or defile all these piles of sex toys
Fuck more alcoholic women in sobriety checkpoints
I’m lying but I’m quick at this shit
My mind just so twisted and sick
I try, but I’m sick of this shit
The rag will just flip on my lid
I’m psycho and pissed at this bitch
Just fire at chicks and at kids
Like I’m just not giving a shit
My rhymes are just sick with this shit but…
Okay, I say a bunch of shit that I don’t mean
When upset I’m going for the throat to anyone I see
But I know this hate just manifests itself inside my rhymes, shit
Can’t expect to be different with the same fucking mindset
The only person I can change is myself, like maybe I’m the selfish motherfucker here who made this hell
Imagine that
I’m grabbing a cab
The plan of attack
Is animal rap
I ran it all back
And damaged this track
So yappity-yap
You’re chattering back
My [?] was psycho
And if you’re feeling this, then you need some fucking help like I do
The truth is, I can honestly see that in all my failed relationships, the common denominator was me
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