Form Filler

Xi on the track!

(Holy shit!)

Every songs a form, and the forms, I do fill it, shoulda

Called that strip club the old town cuz I pillaged it (Damn!)

Got my sick boi tattoo cuz I’m the illest, bitch

Lots of valleys up in my brain, that’s just hills and shit

Form filler, foraged for four orange pillars

A born killer, I still leave ‘em dead even tho her twin was born withher

Potemkin main so I form blisters

Too many bros up in this bitch, so now I scorn twister

Just a born giver, mister porch sitter,

With his broken heart, and the torn liver (Ok?)

They filled out a form on the day I was born

Called it birth certificate, and the earth then turned to shit (Jesus)

I took all of the power from this planet!

Super did it and ain’t go manic

Call it sordid but no satanic

Not adorable, maybe frantic (What?)

Do it like the nanny, doobie, I just Fran it.

Stretch out all my songs long, so cameraman pan it (Skrrrt!)

Death by Demurely Down Bad Diaries,

So basically, all you did is get high with me (Basically)

And then you got low with me, your girl, she got down with me

This ain’t what it’s supposed to be, my rope just keeps pounding me

Twelve a clock on the dot, get that swell of the cock (What the fuck?)

When I tell it to stop, says to hell with your thoughts

The mind of the compost bin, so here’s all your shit

I know that you won’t, but I hope you like it (No you won’t!)

Down by the river water’s where I like to kiss your daughter.

Father of the bride, I call him unbridled father.

These lines that I offer go house five slaughter.

Not a drum rabbit, but I will energizer

I fill the femme fatale with, phallic fertilizer (Damn!)

Yet I survived her, and may outlive her

Today I’ll buy her, a couple big T shirts

Just one thing first, (What?) Earl Sweatshirt

Form filler, drawer builder, Prompt to-it writer

Broke the scale like Likert, pining to play the piper

You may presume that I’ll never be a groom,

Cuz I’m doomed till the tomb to choose glutes with boobs.

Kit Kat, Kit Kat, Kit Kat, Kit Kat (What?)

Millie wrist watch, but where your wrist at?

Oh, that just happed, wrist go snip-snap

For the one time, make that ish clap (God!)

An alpha or a beta? Fuck that, I’m Ralph Nader

Dropping all these lectures on you fools through the ayyyerr (Boom!)

Ms. Soothsayer’s wise words make me gayer (No homo)

Skipping down the sidewalk, I’m galloping to bangers

Chevy whip for the clip, call her young Ford hater (Fuck that shit)

Heavy stick, bright red, call it Lord Vader

Sounding like a minor, though I make it so major

People say I’m young to be such a water wader (Damn!)

Bitch, you know I’m swaggin, skin red like a dragon

Rosacea face dining all up in her banquet

Dumb, fucked, and thankless, spine-chiller off the frankness (What?)

Got a couple franklins, tryna pull up to the back quick (Yea!)

Stormitive be plannin, landin in a damp mansion (What?)

Handing what I’m handed, so these hands stay rancid (Hands!)

God’s Plan isn’t candid, I see dumb fuck dirty dancing (God!)

Carry all this weight, off my strength, I’m straight anting (No Anthill!)