Hickory dickory dock. . .
Hickory Dickory dock. . .
Hickory dickory dock. . .
Hickory. . dickory. . dock. .

My throat swells from hotels to low swells
In the tides of Brooklyn, Loot Snort's main sell
Where candy canes fill the light poles
And candy floats by air, but we're depressed though
The Witch still runs the show, that satanic bitch
With her 8 Dwarves with toothpicks and fork-sticks
A land of ginger bread but sadly that's not the tale
It's the grismatic psycho that ate the town pale

Snow White, what a doll nice rack and personality
She was my love on that day, well. . that's a technicallity
For the apple was poisoned, she slept in the trash cans
While each unmanned man raped her to their plan
Now she spends every waking moment in the Asylum
And that's where the killer started his run from
Bloodshed was my only remorse
But now I have none, on with the story ? But of course
All 8 had their way on that dreaded day
Or at least that's what her paralyzed tounge would say

Sleepy, he was the easiest and the start
Stuck a cork-screw in his eyes and twist his brain apart
Ran my knife through the smug beard
His weeping, pleading, only made me laugh as I took his ears
Dopey and Doc, the lovers were in their nest
I hog-tied their feet, now lets put their love to a test
Rashed their skin, yes I peeled, with little ointment
Then with my daggers practived accupuncture. You get the point-men.
Three down but I was close to getting caught
I had all the money of a prince, but time could not be bought
Caught the last five passed out after some crued party, hey
Cut each into confette and their friends into paper-mishay
This was getting fun, but I left tracks in the mud
And the liquor kept me happy. . but only tasted like blood
The Witch or Queen, makes no difference to me
Lay in her bed and sipped on her cup of tea
But my cup, was only to lick her insides
So I pinned her eyes open so I could lust the cries
She screwed with the ravaging and started her plead
But if she hadn't ordered it, I wouldn't make fairy tales bleed
I slit her toes, hopes, throat, and dreams you take your pick
And there my story ends. . with her impaled by my dick

hickory. . dickory. . dock
hickory. . dickory. . dock

god damn i loved it.
flow was more than amazing.
a good twist on the fairy tale.
never heard snow white being described
as having a nice rack before...

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Defintaley feelin this homey
ILLA FO RILLA