tale of the trash-licking witch
I once lived with a yapping trash-licker
a two faced dead soul and side back kicker
she treated me like a tart~
I didn't like her rotting fart
makes my golden fringe cringe, and grow thicker..
She’s a noodle-haired witch..selling old fries
flying in over-sized panties, she cries
begging to be seen, she craps,
beware of her diss rap traps
I ain't her nanny to sing when she lies..
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