HECTIC Lyrics

Her life was hectic

Curious cat was short of change

Cost of consistency

Really isn't a lot of games

It's the opposite

Comradery, rods and chains

Bolts and screws

Who screwed you

Used you to box their pain

She was paranoid from her past religion

Seen men use powers

To reroute thoughts in children

She used to cross herself

Until she crossed herself

Knew truth, the process

A lot kept in products locked in hell

The feeling smelt of burnt lockets from a shelf

Eulogy to anglosaxon's

Pocket watch stopped on 12

The other hand to 3

But what's it spell

Father was a demon

Walking, talking shop

Shot his shot and failed

Her own mother cockblocked him

God you saw that well

Do something about him

If not he might try his shot again and sail

She used to wonder

How far she could fly like mail

Leave the post office today

Be in NY by 12

Kale smoothies, summer time

Hot like the third rail

Boys say she look like something sweet

And is it for sale

The movie never changed

Just the channel

Animalimalistc panel

Want to screen the body

Underneath her flannel

Poor girl, baby got it going on

Whole world mislead, needing naughty

Her body wore a song

It's not her's to sing

Shorty fought it for so long

Should of pumped shotty

Aimed and bodied boy's

Body parts for wrongs

Die motherfucker, die motherfucker die

Die motherfucker, die motherfucker die

Her life was hectic

A poem a rotten peach

Would wilt and cry for

She met a guy

When will allowed her reach

A reason to ride forward

She rode the wave to the beach

Dood was a creep, loser chic

Stood 5,4, a leach eyesore

Wanted to keep and eat the pie

But not this time whore

Not on this time lord

Too much time

You took from behind her

This poem is her track

She's about to run it back

Bound to dollars

Minus the cents of bozos addicted to jack

You want her nudes

But you don't want her hand

You want a hug

But you don't want her to stand

Corrupt men die for so many reasons

Still with your two eyes

You can't see shit without your precum

Poor girl, baby got it going on

Whole world mislead, needing naughty

Her body wore a song

It's not her's to sing

Shorty fought it for so long

Should of pumped shotty

Aimed and bodied boy's

Body parts for wrongs

Die motherfucker, die motherfucker die

Die motherfucker, die motherfucker die