Pretty Maxim - Don't Want None lyrics

[Hook: Fellatia Geisha] You don't really want none of this Nah, you don;t really want none of this [Verse 1: Fellatia Geisha] I'm a demon, check my evil demeanor I fiend for the wiener, I need it Little greedy succubus s** the soul out your dick Lace you with holes and lay you stiff, ya b**h I'll pop you like blisters, got Glocks and pistols Witch with my crystal ball Jewish b**h get you matzo balls off I'm a lost cause, I can't stop making myself nauseous With my obnoxious posture and flawless boss b**h c*nt wet like the sweat in a mosh pit Spit on the clit sipping piss out your sausage With my [?] cup and my pinky up The way I drink the nut, yeah you think I'm nuts, gutter s*ut doesn't cut it I'm f**ing repugnant, I'll [?] everyone in my dungeon Crying like I cut an onion I'm numb to the fun, you don't really want none I'm under your skin like a ring worm [?] your a** worn and turn up Born out my Mom's bu*t Head f**ed up like Psyduck I cry and ride beside myself in the fetal position I beg you, for a lethal injection Just want to rest for a second Stressed from the maniac depression and the therapy session Being raped in succession I feel less than a peasant Prostitute, destitute, and destined to be [?] Cause I keep it distasteful Little basket case, test my patience Take these lacerations while I masturbate No casket, throw you in a ma** grave Plan a ma** attack, Beta Boys be a cla** act I'm bat sh**, twisted, misfit Lay back and get your a** whipped Call it hara**ment, you'll be in the past tense I'm a bad bad man, throw you in the back of my van with a gat in my hand Pa** me some Ativan, now I'm pa**ing out again [Hook: Fellatia Geisha] You don't really want none of this I'm numb to who I once was And even if I had some left, you wouldn't want none You don't really want none of this You don't really want none of this I'm numb to who I once was And even if I had some left, you wouldn't want none Nah, you don't really want none of this [Verse 2: Cool Swim] Yeah, yo Friendless loser with no sense of humor Just a sense of impending doom that's approaching sooner Roach consumer, wrote with a broken future Spitting flows is putrid over beats composed of molten mucus I told you humans not to f** with the weird kid Now I'm a vengeful spirit taking penance with dreadful lyrics Fear it, doing acid in Central Park My mental's shattered, it used to be so pencil sharp Descending darkness that floods through the apartment Drugs move through my arteries slumped out on the carpet Bugging out while I'm starving, cutting out where my heart is Thuggish, ruggish, and bony with blood all over my clothing Blunts always be rolling like my eyes when I'm comatosing Overdosing, gross b**h motor boating I've been grodey and gangly with Gang Green And a gang of fiends that will mangle an angsty teen for free Little Lucifer with Luna looming over her Cold as polar fur, flow is like a solar flare Homeless hair uncombed with a burned [?] in their turd Roam and stare like "What's going on in there?" The question in reference to my mental presence Sentimental presents never kept would rather get it breaded It's best you don't check what's under the steps What's hiding there is quiet as what's under your breath With a head that's filled with nothing but d**h Destruction, corruption, spontaneous combustion Zany as Tazmanian, Arabian eruption Rape my little cousin at the f**ing family function Days of doing nothing going by in quick flutters I see responsibility and shudder Sheltered by my mother so I'm helpless as this world gets rougher Full throttle, I don't want to talk gore Every f**ing squabble posted in my motto with a model I get it popping like a n***a [?] El Grotto, b**h [Hook: Fellatia Geisha] You don't really want none of this I'm numb to who I once was And even if I had some left, you wouldn't want none You don't really want none of this You don't really want none of this I'm numb to who I once was And even if I had some left, you wouldn't want none Nah, you don't really want none of this