Not Lust Just Love

Hey!

Hey!

You know this is my most vulgar album

But that doesn’t stop me from making this anthem

Listen I’m a growin phantom

I gotta make some love before I fall to deaths chasm

Listen here baby you gotta now that I love you

I wanna go down this new avenue that’s anew just us few no crew review just us to do let me just get it through I don’t care bout shoes I’ll get a canoe tatto that’s valuable it’s my barbecue ensue bamboo debut that grew not threw in the trash or in the due or your yo fucking ass

I’m a disaster, waiting to explode

To implode

Erode

Railroad

Unload the overload

Corrode

Payload

My modes node code

I rode on the road to my way to you

That’s how this rhyme started, all with you (all with you)

I———— love you————

Never want to say——- adieu

The love——- may be askew

But it’s its entirely love not

Lust————————————-

It’s not fucking lust!

Where’s the trust!

It’s not it’s not lust!

I fucking must!

I need you, everyone else are cunts

Let’s go down to the waterfront to hunt or do a stunt find a runt to punt or bunt and watch it grunt as we stomp on it’s features until all it sees is black no track just a maniac attack your rack my sack won’t get wacked not packed don’t be taken aback by my plans of villianary visionary to overdrive the military and have a functioning sanitary sanctuary society with sanity firstly not secondary no adversary just you and me repopulating.

I———— love you————

Never want to say——- adieu

The love——- may be askew

But it’s its entirely love not

Lust————————————-

It’s not fucking lust!

Where’s the trust!

It’s not it’s not lust!

I fucking must!

Please don’t walk away bitch I need you and me to be together

We could create weather

I’d give you heathers

Slut I bet you ain’t leather just pleather

I wanted you but know I have a gun to your flat breasts! (Haha!)

I pull this trigger with murder suicide

I’ll change the tide

Don’t you hide bitch get back here!

This is your fault I’m your true lover motherfucker

Listen here dickless!

[woman] mmmmm! Nmmmm! Stop it!

Shut the fuck up! You could’ve lived and we could’ve thrived bitch but now it’s your time!

(One gunshot)

Now the cops are chasing after me, but now there is one thing left on my mind before I die to self injury, the song I’ve come for you at your funeral to say to your family (ha ha ha!)

I———— love you————

Never want to say——- adieu

The love——- may be askew

But it’s its entirely love not

Lust——————————

It’s not fucking lust!

Where’s the trust!

It’s not it’s not lust!

I fucking must!

Lust——————————

It’s not fucking lust!

Where’s the trust!

It’s not it’s not lust!

I fucking must!

Now you are dead covered in red your story red in a coffin in a bed crushed up head trial and error to make you beautiful. But your looks are brutally terrible to the world and the pain is unbearable, just fucking happy you are unrepairable… its lust