This is a song about "Beatbox worm"

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

God can you please take me toward the light

I know what you do with that

We just slapped the ugly rat.

All you knew was rat pack

That moschino shit is so back

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Im a bug under your skin, dig through your cells and let your body tick

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

People say smile toward the bad, my humor's giving me a tumor.

Malicious dissent toward based world

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Seeing blurred lines cause my eyes stay hazy

Your last image is you seeing your wife

Because i see right through your disguise