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