| You strut like you're adam Formed from God's own hands, And treat me like little evie Who should come at your command You glare at me like i'm the reason All this shit happened to you, Your eyes full of contempt Like i stole that rib from you You may think i should penace For giving you this horrible fate, But i'm sorry to disapoint you. I happen to like apples And i'm not afraid of snakes. |
| this ain't gensis |