F.Y. & Y.W

The paper husband loses to ROCK

Scissors fucked him up first tik tock

He came for me, but Queen takes ROOK

His IQ is no comparison, he's fucking shook

He tried to get a court order to get me to talk

Bitch keep my daddy's gun then, AND just WALK.

I'd rather lose that, than speak to you

Fuck you karmic, & everything that you do

This is my Art, just in music form

Telling on you and all of your harm

Youll never shut me up, or make me dead

Everyone's going to know youre fucked in the head

Everyone's going to know, how you rape girls

And how your energy makes me fucking hurl

Not using your name, so fuck off to the right

Left is incoming, but for you its an exit- good night.

You're a rapist, cheater, and thief

You smell like a dirty hookers Queef

Your skin resembles AIDS blow out sores

Probably from sleeping with Copycat whores

They shared your bed, probably shared your name

One even claims she looks the same

Ones a MUD blood, thought she had game

Instead she shared her STD blame

Both of them nasty and fucked up to the core

Only worthy of leftovers, a no good whore

Keep that bitch, and leave me alone

Stop trying to get me on the phone.

Everyone's going to know, how you rape girls

And how your energy makes me fucking hurl

Not using your name, so fuck off to the right

Left is incoming, but for you its an exit- good night.