Violent Disaster

She said she doesn't use canvas

She's a life artists

I said I don't derive from culture

I'm a white artist

I take things exactly as they are

In front of me

So if I want honey murder the honey bee

Honey please

I'm not trying to be quiet and subtle

I'm just tryna start a full scale riot and cuddle

So stop acting Like you follow what I'm speaking

When I overdose I'll let you wallow in my seepage

Every single weekend I am trying to stay sane

By looking in the bathroom mirror and lying to my face

I guess it happens every time that you choose

To play the card of being A winner

And lose

I'm apathetic but I'm calm and collected

I'm cranky and depressive as if it was not expected

She was a fan of rap language and the fine arts

Ona when I decided to give her my heart

I ripped it right off of my sleeve where I was wearing it

She put it in the garbage disposal and didn't care a bit

Later that night

I cried till I dozed off

Don't try calling me cause my phones off

Cause I don't really have any where that I need to go

And I don't really have any secrets you need to know

And I don't really have any secrets I need to know

Cause I already know that my soul is deep in a six feet hole

Yet I'm trudging through the garden of Eden

My belly full of fruit I get from every slithering demon

I really wish that I could change my pattern

From a heart broken lover To a violent disaster

With the snap of a finger and a flip of a switch

You can bring me back home with the kiss of your lips

So I guess that imma just stay sour

Till you're ready to give it up you beautiful mayflower