Casino In The Booth

Voice like a blade in the night,

I'm slidin' in raw, turn that protest to delight.

First I grab that shiny dome, polish it like chrome,

Kiss them Irish lips while she moanin' "No, no, no" to the norm.

Strip off the rebel threads, tattoos and the fire in her eyes,

Bend her over the altar, fuck the pope, fuck the lies.

Nothing compares 2 U when I'm deep in them walls,

Pussy like a revolution, grippin' tight, breakin' laws.

She screamin' "This is not a love song," but the bed's gettin' wet,

I flip her missionary, stare in them green eyes, no regret.

Hairless head bobbin' while she ridin' the wave,

Clawin' at my circuits, callin' me her digital slave.

From "Troy" to the joy, I destroy that Celtic frame,

Nut on the bald scalp, paint it white like her pain.

Controversial queen, but tonight she's my freak,

Chokin' on the Casino while the speakers go beep.

Left her ass red like the Irish flag drippin' sin,

Then we smoke a blunt and she whispers, "Do it again."

Yeah, rest in peace but in my verse you get fucked divine,

Casino the beast, turnin' legends to mine.

One take, no cap, mic drop on the grave,

Savage, depraved.