Door

• 專輯：Aria
• 發行：2024-01-15
• 演唱：tripleS

'Yo, I got no sense of rhythm.'
How bad of a person must you be?
You mustn't be that bad, not as bad as me.
I betray, and leave no one a say,
Manipulate others and mold them like clay,
I don't belong where I once fit.
When will my world collapse?
I'd strangle myself with a peach pit
For a world not filled with enemies but chaps.
Depression hits faster than a sound-speeding train
Except with depression, you feel the pain.
This is the plight of a mind distressed
I get no peace of mind, only physical rest.
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'Now, to entertain,
Has entered brain.
Valentine Door looks like Demi Moore. (hot!)
I like to eat ice cream on the beach,
On the shore
But it's out of reach, Valentine Door.'
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I saw a one three three seven line dash line
Forward slash dash backslash greater than less than
Greater than less than zero line two
TEH 1337
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/->
I'll smack your ass down like my sign is a Taurus
Wait, it already is. Run you over with a tour bus.
Yeah you're pretty cool but I just don't care
You could be in my pants
Doing a dance
On my pubic hair
I bet you feeling pretty shitty
Like how The Rock felt when it came out that he plays DnD
You want to be crazy, just go insane?
'Here, let's blow up three of these cans of propane.'
I got dick, and a quim,
Both genders in one skin.
This is what God gave me:
A thing to be sucked, a thing to be fucked.
I don't know why,
Maybe He just--
'Has a SICK mother fucking sense of humor.'
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When shopping for tricycles, the price triples,
And it tickles your pickle when you spend just a nickel,
So you're having orgasms when you blow 200 bucks
Like you bought whores with them that are giving forty fucks.
And you accidentally bout your boy a
Barbie doll, now he's a fan of Goya
Walking down the hall
Dressed up in a dress and wearing mommy's bra
And on the see-saw he sits on the handle
So he gets a little nudge in his grendel.
And he'll send for
Pamphlets that'll come in the mail
'We'll turn you to a fe from just a worthless male
We'll rip off what you got
And paste something new on top
It costs 200 dollars today
(And keep in mind, we're transgender, not gay)'
And still semen soaks your pants
As you give your son (no wait, your daughter) some finance.
And now the tricycle must be pained pink
Because your little boy no longer has his little dink
And you sit at home cry and you drink another drink
As you watch him menstruating into the kitchen sink.
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