…ash blonde hair fabulously
the spawn of chaos.
jet-black eyeballs, well…
tobacco: lung cancer,
i don’t care—f***
the clouds are high to sink so low
yes, oh dear every night when you booze
sniffing wild salted crystals on your skin
we let loose the demons and sorcerers so we rock n roll—
twirl your panty round my finger hell love th’ shots
won’t past the third disk dance n’ a fellatio freak
Jose cuervo tequila, Brewmeister armaggedon n’ snake venom-
yep–I had sex with the mafia!
Down, go down til you crawl..
scream for your life you’ one insane slut in this drug trade lust.
I doubt if any one be a close when you’re stuck in a rut–
hey miss you fool don’t kill the newborn
to take breast milk residue from her mom’s rare poison.
sex is economy with uncle pedophile n’ Daddy Jones his lord-
Money magic is a magnet to tinder match stick heads with devilish smirks of all social forms; lighted by a padrone
inside his matchbox hull.
How much is a life ? —go name your price-
to bury the ancient bones; or hide your soul’s skeleton over one silver coin and
a jacket of ‘Judas’ —to your name?
I skinned a man and a black cat !
I buried them below the small table
in front of the furnace;
underneath the rug–no one saw —
you should know.
If a word is said ssssshhhh…
i hear small sounds of your fear–..hussshhh…or
this 45 caliber will be a rapid machine-gun fire!