Drrty Pharms - Short Stacks With Syrup lyrics

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Drrty Pharms - Short Stacks With Syrup lyrics

My life is like a Dennis Cooper novel When I kick it at the brothel f** n***as and b**hes Sippin' syrup like a waffle 'Cause dope is such a problem Eatin' p**y for the h**n I'm shiverin, it's virulent Net b**hes want me as an affiliate I'm busy getting intimate With b**hes that are pretty hit p**y over Klout score I'll leave your b**h c*nt covered in cold sores While trippin' on some mold spores Don't give a f** Roll up a blunt, yeah we smokin' on that good sh** My internet fam out here gentrifying Bushwick Smoke on some of the this kush, b**h But reimburse me 'Cause I know you're thirsty Since you've heard of me You're acting hella flirty Keep 10 to 12 b**hes in my coven 'Cause they come a dime a dozen But don't cum from they husband Whip me into shape Daddy, I can not partake I'm the crystalline fiend and I'm ready to escape I'm a beta b**h In it like a forklift when I face sit Taste this dirty a**, b**h, don't say sh** You're basic Just look at how you take dick Your cellulite is jigglin', I'm wigglin' my AIDS dick My emotional distance a defense mechanism My package included, yeah, b**h, I cum with em But still don't love these hoes 'cause my f**in' pessimism Constant feelings of coldness, unindulged masochism And the numbness I hate it 'cept when it's in my gums, sh** Confined in my mom's house Where is my God now? Monotony is k**in' me Go ahead and slit your f**in' wrists if you're feelin' me Since rape number one been corrupted Was thrown in the looney bin like Girl Interrupted And I'm only getting worse by the day New York is k**in' me, call it urban decay Feel like Christ on the cross As I'm martyred to no specific cause Just incompetent and lost If you think that I'm a b**h for what I just admitted Then imagine how embarra**ing the sh** that I've omitted is