Dark Thoughts
Evil nigga eating girls hearts for lunch with a tall glass of pain and tears yah I hope you fear this poem only write to vent so if your kids end up missing they probably in my belly or the inside of my TV so only they can see me nobody else deep dark thoughts in my brain dripping onto the floor of the churches 19 still talking to the dead guy under my bed when I go to sleep I hear girls crying in my dreams all because of me I ate there eyes and tell them to look at me I’m bad for your kids to be around or listin to I’m old weed smoke it
