You know you dunn fucked up don't ya
Fucken with Mr. Formaldehyde
Sensitivity as a weakness, sincerely soft and sheepish, howlen at the womb lick your wounds Cuz you a she bitch~
Believe this, ain’t no reprieve from soul secrets, beggen to be consoled in untold online leaflets~
Be a realist, you got doubt in your double helix, fears steer your spirits & reappear in queer lyrics~
You need to hear it, so just listen, constrict your bitchen, quit picken the victim and find another seat to sit in~
& If’n you feel like dissen consider this written permission be forewarned before your cripplen it’s a Formaldehyde prescription~
The mind set of a mortician nit-picken to git wisdom, through words that don’t deserve to be heard by deaf children~
Your last breath is builden, well then bellow your soul like your tied between my bumper and a telefone pole~
Ya blow like yellowstones hole, ol’ & faithful but still unable, to keep from getten crushed beneath the turning of the tables~
Its why that stallion skipped ya stables saw you branded with the label ‘broke and born to fail’ now turn away and tuck your tail~
Fucken with Mr. Formaldehyde
Sensitivity as a weakness, sincerely soft and sheepish, howlen at the womb lick your wounds Cuz you a she bitch~
Believe this, ain’t no reprieve from soul secrets, beggen to be consoled in untold online leaflets~
Be a realist, you got doubt in your double helix, fears steer your spirits & reappear in queer lyrics~
You need to hear it, so just listen, constrict your bitchen, quit picken the victim and find another seat to sit in~
& If’n you feel like dissen consider this written permission be forewarned before your cripplen it’s a Formaldehyde prescription~
The mind set of a mortician nit-picken to git wisdom, through words that don’t deserve to be heard by deaf children~
Your last breath is builden, well then bellow your soul like your tied between my bumper and a telefone pole~
Ya blow like yellowstones hole, ol’ & faithful but still unable, to keep from getten crushed beneath the turning of the tables~
Its why that stallion skipped ya stables saw you branded with the label ‘broke and born to fail’ now turn away and tuck your tail~