Rapelations (feat. Ktron) Songtext

i'm pretty,
feast on it
i've got bibles and guns,
feast on it
i'd lap your pip,
feast on it
i'm a walking rapegasm,
feast on it

no class, white trash
hi-finish in your *ss
ketamine chaos
glitter b*tch
come closer if you're hung or rich

your dry rot lips look f*cking real
rapelations
bin liner wigs, you got tsunami appeal
rapelations on the dancefloor copping a feel
rapelations
got some cash? let's make a deal
rapelations

i'm pretty,
feast on it
i've got bibles and guns,
feast on it
i'd lap your pip,
feast on it
i'm a walking rapegasm,
feast on it

no class, white trash
hi-finish in your *ss
ketamine chaos
glitter b*tch
come closer if you're hung or rich

you got nothing to lose
so lap it up
you been battered and bruised
we'll slap you up
c*m on your face
just to wrap it up
you're gonna feast on this sh*t
to shut you up
stand on the side
and be easy prey
my fist my beat
it's brutal this way
you're like oh duh,
don't know what to say
my fist my beat
now kneel and pray
more redneck than david karesh
in a string vest
beating your wife with a bible
it's a matter of survival at it's crudest
and peter glam's rudest
don't be surprised b*tch
i thought that you knew this,
let's go waco, waco
he's meaner than katrina so
give him some space, hoe!
ah sh*t, you'll be wetter than a
new orleans hobo
let's go
raise your hands if you want some more
rapelations
all you f*ggots on the dancefloor
rapelations