PRETTY by Jass Bianchi

 

[Verse 1]

 

I'm a monster

I dunno, maybe, possibly

Maybe I just came into this world to make a mockery

Of everything that everybody says that I got to be

Why be them,

When...reallyyyy

I could be....

ME

A gaymotherfugga who likes licking box

A little white girl who does hip-hop

And the whole world laughs at her

And all the black girls say "I ain't as black as her"

And all the white girls say, "ewww she's such a wigger"

Walk out the school and my van says Nigger

Lo-ver/What-The/Fuck-am I supposed to say

That, my cousins are black and that

my aunts are gay?

Or sniff up, this drug in the strip club

Pour some liqour, bitches sip up

Its a game of who get's sicker

Bet I win, never hiccup,

Unless I'm drunk, barely sit up,

Too much rum in this big cup,

Lick up salt off your titties,

GOD I feel

So fucking pretty!

 

[Chorus]

 

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Verse 2:

I'm in a white room,

with white people,

Slit their wrists,

Are they evil?

Maybe their crazy

Can't stay clean

Maybe they got dicks

And take d

Maybe just maybe,

MAYBE, JUST MAYBBEEE

Maybe this worlds a little bit shady

Maybe they were raped

When they were babies

Now sex

seems safer with ladies

No-

I can't happen to imagine or fathom

that,

When half of the world is happy,

You right-

I'm in the backseat of taxi poppin pills tonight,

With a shot of Jack D

Blackin out, 

Bra saggin down

Hopin I don't overdose when

I promised I'd stop it

But when sex is a topic

Got me distraught in thoughts I'd not think

Got to be sloshed so I can drop things, stop blink...

You sick fuck, you'd like to know what these thoughts bring huh?

 

In the playpen- of a basement-of my great friend's,

around the way and

he was age 10

I was age 5

Pulled down their pants, aye

Say ahhh...

Oh, what you know

It's rape time!

Why cry Jass...

You hate I'm, ramming your ass, hand on your back

Why cry Jass!?

It's a great time!

 

And all the normal people say

Quit imagining shit getting all rapey when

Nothing ever happened,

It's mad!

You're acting crazy...

Shape up,

You better act like a lady

You wanna sell pop records then you gotta act straight, geez...

 

 

[Chorus]

 

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Verse 3:

Yea, my skins tight

But what happens when I'm twice old!?

"The plan is to get rich... and save up

enough for lypo.

But, what if I'm still broke?

What then?

" hmm...lightbulb

I could be happy with who I've become?!!?, wait...

Typo."

I'll grab a vacuum

Slit my ass, suck the fat out

Pump it in my lips,

so they're not ass flat---WOW

"Doctor Jass, you little masochist! 

You've mastered this!

Maybe I'll get you some plastic tits

To match your plastic lips!!!!"

Fabulous

Gather Kids,

Watch how we use a blade for magic tricks!

In America...

who really needs adjectives?

We just need to breathe and bleed

the same, imagine it...

Inhabiting a culture full of bouncy boobs-

Surrounding you,

Rounded boot-ies

Slim waists,

Thinned face, no substance

Fuck it,

Plus we don't need music or arts

In our school as subjects

It's all about simplicity,

the easier the better

If we just make everything pretty

No need to be clever.

Dis illusion the proof in who you see in music and tv

Photoshop their flab out,

Pop their ass out till their legs

sock out their sockets, and they're ass is walking with socks on

around the blocks and

Picasso their nostrils...

God, I feel so fucking PRETTY.

 

[Chorus]

 

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