Barbie-Q

You’re like a lamb for the ritual
My ghosts are not so spiritual
Cellphone ringing all day long
I’m too busy eating ma bloody entrecôte
But I don’t want to kill H I M
Babe you are better than the other animals
Slay!
BBQ sauce like a sunscreen lotions
Baking grass as a hidden function
Some people don’t deserve to be mentioned
Don’t talk to me, take your actions
Not invited to my party
You can go back
Cause
I can eat you and you know
I’m the best at it!
White teens
Tanned skin
Gold hair
Drug dreams
Nice food
Smell good?
Mouth full
Bless You!
I love to danc on this
Hey Barbie
Welcom to my
Barbie-Q
You don’t hold on
Barbie-Q
Barbie-Q!
(Burn baby)
Hey Barbie
Welcome to my
Barbie-Q
You don’t hold on
Barbie-Q
Barbie-Q!
Burn baby burn baby
I love your bloody meat
Burn baby burn baby
They love your taste sweet
Extreme roast ass
You lost to checkers
I’m the chef
You could never beat
Ma famous royal dish
Slay!
Let me empty your blood
In flask, bitch
Marinate meat’s much more tasty!
Your cheecks to me seems like burgers
Eyes ruined by to many flashes
Not invited to my party
You can go back
Cause
I can eat you and you know
I’m the best at it!
Light skin
Dark beer
Take pills
Nightwins
Plastic
Botox
Die bitch
Slow mo!
I love to dance on this
Hey Barbie
Welcome to my
Barbie-Q
You don’t hold on
Barbie-Q
Barbie-Q!
(Burn baby)
Hey Barbie
(Burn baby)
Welcome to my
Barbie-Q
You don’t hold on
Barbie-Q
Barbie-Q!