Bib for Hell

Hanging in the streets where the dirt lingers

She finds wicked life and fun is full of freaks and diggers

A little is more than enough to make her glitter

But more and more, what she ends up a sinner

She greets and smiles while inside a cruel judge

What else can she be when she don’t wanna budge?

Almost puny mess of meshy cold runny sludge

With nothing left, her soul a hard slushy mud

I need some more

Or Imma go off

You fucking life sucking sucker

I need some more

Breadcrumbs in the slums

Thinking like a king and walking like a bum

All taken away by the dusty fun

Love is gone with a heart full of chum

Give me some more

I know I’m a whore

She got hell to give

And I’m going to get my bib

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By Bazooka Teaches