Leaders

I wouldn’t believe in the believers or cunty preachers or hell-givers

Cruci-fiction addiction reaches like whiskey full of rivers

F*****g slivers from teachers on that wood-s**t and I’m forgivers

Deliver me from a bunch of sin behind the bleachers and I’m your n****r

Pepper jack and hints of lemon for the teethers

Winnie the Pooh and Tigger, oh hell sunken treasure go f*****g figure

Signature on paper like sex to rid myself of dignity, shock, and motion pictures

Future stock in Tex-Arkana and I’m about to promise to n****r-rig your election

Bigger Thomas with breakfast omelets, I’m the unsafe white boy with triggers

Pinot grigio and hints of semen for the seekers

I rig erections and wifey material, I’m known for seduction

Krunk skills in my inamorata frisking statistics deduction

I can drink a whole bottle of whiskey but when sober I can’t function

You want to kill me so pissy but my genitals feed from suction

Whiskey dick and hints of demons of which Dante is afraid of

My first girlfriend was the weird goth girl who spoke in meters and I loved Daria 

Karma got a hold of me in hugs and Nagajuna gave me diarrhea so I took off my readers

Dharma bums with bugs extort PREA laws with leaders and I’ll see you later, girl or breeder

Twirl that a*s, f**k, and spell onomatopoeia in Peter Frampton guitars made of burl

Earning red wings and hints of her being feral or homeless, but I don’t care because p***y is p***y

My AA sponsor found me in a f*****g gutter of s***s and gold, oh holy Las Vegas

I’m a f*****g drunk, mega sunk like in quicksand, and I fit the f*****g mold and book pages

A taurus bouncer at a club couldn’t hold me with legacy or his wages because I fight bold

I’m a sex toy for cages but sex trafficking wouldn’t get me sold for copyright newspapers

Saltpeter and hints of me being sterile despite my c**k arrow is bleeding

I used to live in Mexico but coyotes shout at my violence and smuggled me back out to America

Against my will and I flex like clout of Bodhisatvas in silence in vodka distilleries 

Feelings are less than two cents and about being against me but I hump in military drills

Food mills and fences in third world countries and I’m stupid enough to kill or post bills out

Cum in bird feeders and hints of me being serial marriage material

I know how to dig mines and I have a mind like a gambler’s pension shill 

I could do drug deals but I’d rather ramble on the gang-star’s Los Angeles mansion hill

My NA sponsor is a fandom creature of tension or a monster or he’s just my medication pill

My ceiling to mention is falling on me like hamburger and I just evolved with gills

Earthquakes in LA and it’s floating away so thank god I can breath underwater