The Last Dance

(album: Diary Of A Chemist - 2021)

I'm waking up in a bad mood
I wanna kill like I'm Shamu
I'm killing you slow like some fast food
They wanna collab but I'm cool
Yeah I do not like you bitch ass rappers
I cannot wait to diss you faster
Get in my belly like I'm Fat Bastard
Guts from your belly I want 'em plastered
All on my walls like Jean Aster
All in her walls like contractor
She got a body that cause a disaster
She is my sub and I am her master
Shawty a ten got a face of an angel
We make a porn I record all her angles
Shawty a whore even when she not single
Bloody the corpse she all on my porch
Hold her tight while I tango
I switch flows like I switch time zones
Where have I heard that before
My bad Drake, my mind is far gone
Bitch
Talk that shit, I'll fill your pie hole
My minds disturbed
Let's take bets
How far will I go
Pretty far
Yeah
I skate in that pussy
Her legs like a halfpipe
I fucked a fat dike
I was so drunk plus I'm high off a gram like
I just want some pussy
It's three AM on a Friday night
And I'm just feeling pushy
Woke up like that shit nasty
I only fuck with models
That sniff coke up their nostrils
Hit clubs and face the bottle
They love to suck and swallow
They just want to be followed
Because their real life hollow
They want what they can't have
Dumb cunt that's too damn bad
You're gonna ride on this dick
Without any hands
Because I know you want the status
Heard you're aspiring actress
From outta town
But sucking dicks
Your favorite passion
Put that shit all into motion
Serve you a potion
Now that shit wetter than oceans
This medicine might be potent
If that's the case
I'm leaving your body wide open
I am psycho baby
Give you some lypo
When you said nothing bout lypo
Oopsie that was a typo
Silly me right hoe
Billy yeah me and him tight though
You know that this is a tight flow
Riddle me that
This rapping shit nothing to Kraven
Fading out from my amazement
Homicide craving
Screaming for help
Better save it
You gotta a talent
I need demonstration
Fucking for hours
There's no hesitation
Telling me you gotta man
With marriage in hand
I think you said his name was Mason
But nothing about him is free
Down in my cellar
He's begging to leave
I cut off his hand
Just to charge him a fee
And right after I did that I told him he's free
But pussy boy didn't leave
Now I got blood on my sleeve
Now I got blood on my hands
Baby girl let's do a dance