Suck Buddies

Lucky Kit-Kats spent Tryna scrape a buck for rent At the deep show pad Where dorsal dolls all finish fast We can make it work Pay our debts to teenage twerps We can make it work If we wear our belly shirts But you'll get no respect Unless a ninja of the neck Sapphic as you were Post-apocalyptic squirt Purring like a pet Silent all the suitcases We can make it work If you wear your belly shirt But I can't No, I can't Blast through that Shark you hanged Keep stomp, alright As a dog, I thought I'd be He'd knot anthills in my leaves Dead, at least like me, I'm dead Bite down sisters, bitter endings Mirror, mirror on the floor Which witch here's the bigger bore? I'm not cool and I won't ever Masturbate to that endeavor Like the world needs other folks just The blues, the dead would croak