PayneInTheCulo

You Can't Make This Shit Up

Intuition

I said to trust a female hard
But to trust yourself
O God
You swear you resemble the power
Untouchable like mars
But I’m comfy with my bars
So these messages I relate
Fucking every guy you meet
Searching for a quick escape
He is not left out
His portions on another plate
The dishes may switch up
But the chef remains the same
Its intuition
Logic missing
Unprotected sex
Viruses you getting
Got to see a new year
But the Grinch stole Christmas
Ads out to start safety
But actions don’t stop
They treating it like the sixties
Where you could just get a shot
But it’s not its modern time
Where the only thing that matters is dollar signs
Where teens go raw murdering each other
Like Columbine
You out of time
Prolonging the doc trip
Dishing out excuses looking Stockton
Ignorance not stopping
It’s growing
Little dudes going raw in little girls who are whoring
Watching in amazement your little kid growing
Loving this kid when his birth you didn’t know it
Homicide, suicide
Results of a higher pride
And the way it’s going
Could be labeled a genocide
Aids rate multiplied
And me being cuffed up
Is another way of saving I
To prolong my time
And to certify my bossing
Wrap it up
No pussy is good enough for a coffin