psychobabble

They like I got a Napoleon complex at this moment because I’m not big enough
Petty like Tom in his prime, these shareholders are why the bulging over rodent
pedophiles inside your catholic church
Scientology, ideology go worship, talking AR-15s put a bullet in the gut
Kardashians hiding that Louis Vuitton, taking evidence from that residence
while cops onlook above and perch
Kanye West in his 45 making a media frenzy while driving slow tweeting at Elon
Musk
Tesla and Edison rolling over inside their graves while invention is no longer
sought out for and achieved as much
Since Zuckerberg found a way to make us project our every thought and idea
In front of so-and-so and such-and-such
Get rid of Lindsey since these rumors are resurfacing
Hunting season has now commenced, go right ahead, remove his tusk
Enough is never enough
(Lords!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you, from afar, in tacky attire
(Ladies!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you, from afar, in tacky attire
(Squires!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you, from afar, in tacky attire
(Maidens!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you
Adam ten-four and affirmative catch my drift, capiche
Now how’s that grab you did?
I make myself clear, you got me
Over and out, North America is not hazard county
Limits where you jump to conclusions inside an orange Charger
Confederate flag on the roof it stores a welder
Shut negative went upon the bow and Luke instead of Ricky Bobby
Grew up on this and Night Rider now it’s a land of Ozark
Along with the hug from holy weight after family departure
Netflix and chill or a twenty for Amazon Prime just Uber some eats on over to
my Air BnB log cabin
Its fear on Crystal Lake glimmers of victim shaming while Jason works there
summers as their only efficient lifeguard
I still can’t swim so I’m safe until combination on this lock is figured out
then it’s a free-for-all to start stabbing
But in the meanwhile I’m fishing and trying to consume as many mussels as
possible, Oyster Cults for you try hard
Artistry want avant garde
(Lords!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you, from afar, in tacky attire
(Ladies!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you, from afar, in tacky attire
(Squires!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you, from afar, in tacky attire
(Maidens!) I’m the queen batting her eyes at you