psyc-hoes
by jeremy cannon
Getting laid, what an enormous feat,
but what it seems to me is fake identity.
Nothings that solemn, correct or true,
wanting to tap that shit until it's black and blue.
So what do I end up finding?
Some bitch from beyond that ends up lying.
Starting bullshit and pathetic at that,
can't leave her dork but leads me on in her tracks.
Okay listen to this scenario,
the hoe let me know she liked me and showed,
that her and her man were gonna end, but slow.
Ended up kissing all night, having so much fun,
a couple days later they're back together, guess the reason.
"Well I had to give him another chance,"
just give up, lay down and let me dance
on your face, that's stupid, you fucked me over,
And still tried to convince me that we'd be, but even slower,
the shit went on and I was left in the wind,
psyc-hoes, can't live with them, can't shoot them.
Psyc-hoes, analytic fiery,
"I ask of Him to cure thee,"
of disaster and substantial woe,
take me away from the psyc-hoes.
"I really want to fuck you, god do I ever!"
Good pick-up line, that's really clever.
Did anyone ever stop to think it was pointless?
But nevermind, just try to fuck that, boink this.
Just imagine, you finally get laid, it was great, no commitment,
the bitch comes up pregnant, now lecture your dick.
Your brain would've told you it wasn't right and to wait,
but there's that old male testosterone wanting to get laid.
But I admit it, I attempt at it all the time,
I don't get it, but it was fun at least giving it a try,
that's what I tell my mind, but to myself I can't lie,
I just can't get any, and probably not again until the day that I die.
Why can't girls be as horny as guys?
Men born with condom-like penises for those steamy nights,
wouldn't have to worry about running out to buy,
it's built in so you can fuck every time.
And girls could be born with birth control pills as teeth,
and whenever they want some, just jack them off their feet.
"Okay, you knocked my tooth out, that means we can fuck!"
If life were that easy, we'd never be stuck
in relationships and other bullshit nobody wants or knows,
but guess who ruins all that? Stupid ass psyc-hoes!
Psyc-hoes, analytic fiery,
"I ask of Him to cure thee,"
of disaster and substantial woe,
take me away from the psyc-hoes.