Amputee Scraps

Libertines ain’t nothing and what dey say is far worse,
you can’t learn from dem streets driving inside your skirt,
pumping as sure against a garbage can as da lamppost,
five below for its pleasure and across da cheek to orgasm,
with every dollar floating down da gutter after yourself!

Don’t bother listening to your raw screams during da night,
mother ain’t deserving of tears and you shouldn’t be either,
scratching as a cat with its owner wrapped around its throat,
fangs and tongue infected by your eagerness to try anything,
now you’re only left with da vacuum dat’s also for quick sale!

Stings and bites everywhere for da very same cheap price,
rip up dem nets protecting your hoop from da player’s balls,
gotta invent since you never met a disease dat you didn’t like,
while dat cross over your chest was carved by a client’s knife,
so nobody expects you on your knees unless it’s business!

Let’s see you ever turn away a chance to get into a rough spot,
banging ugly faces together den switch in midstream for kicks,
sharp heels to each other’s sorry empty head ignoring da pain,
traversing any sickness for a small expense and still be robbed,
burned from crack and cigarettes erecting lesions deep within!

Blowing da pops out of both ends growing weaker every time,
da drug attacks take more energy as da punishment increases,
wondering how much blood dis will need to quench your thirst,
above da altar without a prayer or offering considered worthy,
finishing dis mass harboring a hate dat scares even da demons!