That's A Rap

He said that shit gets tragic,
But he’s got ice,
Brand new Patek.

I said he’s an addict,
He loves his gadgets.

He thinks he’s magic,
He loves the topic.

Truth is?

I think he’s manic.
Calls it consent,
But that’s psychotic.

Honestly,
I’ll take my rabbit.

It’s better than a fucking rapist.

I’m fucking laughing,
He’s baby carrots.

Rodger Rabbit,
I love the classics.

Is he Christian,
Or is he Catholic?

He prays to me,
I’m his goddess.

I didn’t ask,
He leads my masses.

If I am hours,
He’s the minutes.

(I would ask,
But he can’t last it)

He can’t get it,
So he takes it.

He likes them drunk,
He keeps it faceless.

But it’s my planets,
I love the balance.

Libran scales…
I love the justice.

Prose and lyrics,
That’s how I tell it.

Babydoll,
I know your secret.

Watch your mouth,
I’ve fucking had it.

He keeps his bodies,
In empty caskets.

Says it’s habit,
But it’s a tactic.

Thinks I’m Jenny,
But he’s robotic.

At best he’s limp,
His worst is spastic.

He called me once,
He wants a lick.

He asks if it’s me,
I say it’s Patrick.

Don’t come at me,
It’s just a message.

“It just happens”
“I’m not my actions”

What was I wearing?
Fucking fabric?

I don’t remember,
Did I have a jacket?

I wouldn’t know,
He took my pocket.

That doesn’t mean that I deserved it.

But he tells them I did…
And they…

Believed it…