POCKET PU$$Y (feat. Dreamin Lover)
• Written by Beel_the_Punk • Featuring Dreamin_Lover
//[Intro] Beel the Punk
We gonna split you open, pocket pussy
Let's go, you rookie
//[Verse 1] Dreamin Lover
Boutta split and dip you
Gonna chew you then continue
We all about them vibes, yeah you know it
We gonna see all them lights, then fight, then you gonna kick the bucket
We could fuck you up with one smoke of our weed
One gram of our coke could mess you up, guaranteed
One pill of our molly could knock your ass out
One ounce of our heroin could leave you in the clouds
Anything of ours is way too strong for you
So don't bother us and drive away in your BMW
//[Chorus] Beel the Punk
Split you apart, pocket pussy
We gon' eat you up like a cookie
You ain't a pookie or got Gucci
So run away or get shot with my Uzi
Split you apart, pocket pussy
We gon' eat you up like a cookie
You ain't a pookie or got Gucci
So run away or get shot with my Uzi
//[Verse 2] Beel the Punk
You ain't ever seen someone like me
I'm just a freak that reeks, that's bleak and a druggy
Imma fuck both you and your mother up
So just shut up, you corrupt pup, you're just a hiccup
I’m a hell-born hex with a necklace of knives
Injectin' infections, dissectin' your lives
Resurrect in the night with a message of blight
Then I etch it in flesh under exit sigs
Got a twitch in my wrist from the glitch in my code
Sip pitch from a chalice where the sickness grows
Stitch lips shut with a filament thread
While I giggle at the rigor mortis kickin' in heads
I’m a mimic of misery, minister of filth
Crackin' your cranium just for the thrill
Insidious syllables spill in a rhythm
That riddles your spirit and splits your will
Yeah, I bathe in venom and speak in static
My brain's a cathedral of bleak semantics
Each stanza's a phantom, a cancer chantin'
Leave you mangled in the street like antique plastic
//[Chorus] Beel the Punk
Split you apart, pocket pussy
We gon' eat you up like a cookie
You ain't a pookie or got Gucci
So run away or get shot with my Uzi
Split you apart, pocket pussy
We gon' eat you up like a cookie
You ain't a pookie or got Gucci
So run away or get shot with my Uzi
//[Verse 3] Beel the Punk
I'm in your brain, got you goin' mad
You act like a bad dad named Brad who graphs in a notepad
You're a fucking pussy, that's why we split you apart
Call you a retard then disregard and depart
I’m the glitch in your logic, the static in thought
Rip your conscience out the cockpit while laughin' a lot
Got a plot full of ops, and I talk with a scalpel
Draw a map on your back, now you walkin’ in shambles
I’m the phantom in the frame that your pastor fears
With a laugh so cracked it could fracture ears
I appear in your mirror with a bag of spears
And a grin that’s stitched with your tragic tears
//[Chorus] Beel the Punk
Split you apart, pocket pussy
We gon' eat you up like a cookie
You ain't a pookie or got Gucci
So run away or get shot with my Uzi
Split you apart, pocket pussy
We gon' eat you up like a cookie
You ain't a pookie or got Gucci
So run away or get shot with my Uzi
Split you apart, pocket pussy
We gon' eat you up like a cookie
You ain't a pookie or got Gucci
So run away or get shot with my Uzi
Split you apart, pocket pussy
We gon' eat you up like a cookie
You ain't a pookie or got Gucci
So run away or get shot with my Uzi
