Festive

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
10 fingers festive with the fucking flesh peeled
Got my nail polish perfect to the edges for appeal
Devils speak in tongues and they try to cut you a deal
Man, the way he wears that shit, I just wanna cop me a feel
The only good cop is a dead cop, real
I ain't even here, I'm so fucking unreal
When they kill me, bitch I'm hoping for a headshot, real
I'm a blonde bitch singing like I'm fucking Vince Neil
I lovе late nights, staring at my own reflection
Hold mysеlf back, swallowed by fear of rejection
Confession for my sins, I'm so fucked up by these projections
And all the shit I'm on starts to fuck with my recollection
You can't stand next to me unless you remember Anxrchy
And you can't stand next to me, I'm an 04 baby
You can't stand next to me when I drive myself crazy
So if you stand next to me, you're sure to be pushing daisies
10,000 dollars on my W2
I'm the poverty line divided by two
Gotta break the news, I'm not worthy of you
You can catch me up in Eden, eating the forbidden fruit
I give him head 'til his balls are slapping my Adam's apple
I flip him over and get him finished without a hassle
I sip it up like I was sipping on a fucking Snapple
Eating cockmeat like Harold and Kumar at the White Castle
I'm off my rocker, I'm packing a little uzi here
Like Stu Mocker, I'm feeling a little woozy here
Only my third day, I'm spitting like Lil Uzi here
I'm thirsty as fuck, somebody get me a rootbeer (fucking rootbeer, man)
Oh, what the fuck? Yeah
That man Saturn makes the best beats bro, fuck
Yeah, Null Entry, 2023
Kraken, bitch