"You don't wanna dance?"
"No, I don't."
"Hey, give it a chance."
"Like I said: I won't."
"So we made your dress in vain?"
"Ya. Go have fun."
"Please just dance."
"No lady. I'm f-. I'm done."
"But why?"
Why? Oh I'll tell you.
Just grab an extra box of tissues.
Here's the issue.
You
Just wanna throw shade
'The ones who don't dance
Have other things to play
with'
I must insist
That these myths
About breaking your ankle
Are all types of twisted
I'll cross that right off the list
You got me pissed
You're on my blacklist
And after I break your wrists
I'll have someone else assist
On your murder
Because you know
I have disorders
You know
I've passed my border
I'm an antisocial, suicidal
Sociopath without a father.
To make me feel
You gotta hit me harder.
So now that you have got me started
I feel like we have parted
Farther away from "the sisters under our Father"
Pardon
I know one day that enough chokers
Will choke her
Even though she ain't even broke, her
Face still looks like the motherfucking joker
And I know this will invoke her
So come over her make sure not to poke her.
Wait wait wait.
I can't talk about her like that. I'll get sewed.
But I knew that getting sewed by the zoo-lookin lady
will do no more than 2k since like the 80s
She come through, not straight: askew, smelling like a shoe
Lookin like she got the flu
And like a cow says 'moo' she says 'I do'
Then her face turns to the blueberry
No ones saying Hail Mary
And even though she ain't that scary
I'm 80% sure her he-hoo is musty and hairy.
Hey you can ask any guy on the street
'Have you seen this woman she likes to lick feet'
She says she's vegan then it's nice to meat you
I'm young, a millennial, and Ill beat you to a pulp
In the dirt. Got the car like 'skkrt'
By the way, whore, pull down your skirt.
Even though her eyes are green,
She's just obscene
And I might sound like a bitch
But everything I say is true, not mean.
"Never mind, I'll freaking do it, okay?! Dang."
