[Hook]
I want to be your repressed memory
That makes you distressed in your sleep
I creep into your wet dreams
And make you wake up
Sweating and screaming
[Verse 1: Fellatia Geisha]
I fetishize your trauma
Look me in the eyes and call me mama
I want to be the cause of all your problems
Then solve them
Give him Stockholm syndrome
It’s your intuition to run to me when I hurt you
So I can make it worse
Face f*ck you in the dirt
I tell you I squirted
But it’s really urine
Ugh!
Feel it trickle down your throat
I’m the GOAT and he suck me
So I call him Chupacabra
No I don’t want to hear you talk that stupid blah blah
If it ain’t about the guap the dollar
Lo siento no habla
Nah I don’t want to hear about your stupid problems
f*ck I look like? Your therapist?
I could care less
Go overdose on heroin
Just because I get so Freudian
Doesn’t mean that you’re my boyfriend
No way, oy vey!
I’m clairvoyant
So I know where you’re going
And your future is foreboding
And you’ll end up all alone
With your ass in a ditch
Make your balls vanish like Quidditch
With just a flick of the wrist
You question my innocence
Were my intentions vindictive?
Like b*tch!
Don’t you know I’m the wickedest witch?
Spitting in Yiddish and Spanish
The definition of maleficence in the flesh
Yes, the definition of maleficence in the flesh
You’re looking at her
[Hook]