Holy Shit
Hallelujah
Holy shit
Fuck, God damn.
I'm just a country
wife trying to flow
here this rhyme.
Hickory dickory dock
I ain't got no mice,
no clock to tell
me the blinded time.
Just mace to spray out
these dumb, dummies,
arch enemies.
No one should catch
a case if you love
the game, you'll win.
Don't test me, I'm jestly.
Still my ego debates,
tossin red Chevys in
yo face, you know!
I'm wrapped up
in twisted ways.
Down dirt roads
muddin most days.
Influenced by
Cain and Able
what a fable.
Hallelujah
Holy shit
Fuck, God Damn.
I got ya eating out
of my hungry money
hand.
Exercising in all the
right areas, my rights,
freedom of speech, amen!
Stick it to the man!
I don't live in cubicle
worlds, just dance around them instead.
Hallelujah, holy shit, fuck, god damn
Good night y'all
l hope you
understand.
© Chantelle Cherie Lily