Professional Humiliation

Professional Humiliation

Spitting fire, spreading legs
Desire fire, tire treads
Fuck you for thinking
For breathing my air
Fuck you for living
I adore that stare
You bastard rat stinking garbage shit
Fuck you for living in the same place I live.
Lair, deception, fucking cold hearted fuck
What’s the matter is that gag stuck?
Welts on your thighs from my fire within
My boots need cleaning get on your knees again
You piece of shit, filthy white trash
Don’t dare meet my eyes unless you’ve got cash
A fucking waste of human space
Spewing bullshit in my sacred place
I’m whip the lies off your tainted tongue
With my dreaded singletail song
Sweet catholic girl, say hello to Madam X
What was that now? You thought this meant sex?
Pull that skirt up and I’ll redden your ass
Send you on your way, now you’re my trash.
Yep I’m sick, twisted, and a whore.
That’s why Father so and so keeps coming back for more.
I slash your skin and play in your blood
I’ll smack your face for playing smug.
And I’ll trample you till your nice and snug
I’ll be your mistress, just not how you think
Once we’ve straitened it out you’ll be tied to the kitchen sink
Oh one more thing if you think your gonna get off
Maybe you should check your sources and step the fuck off.
You wanna be my whipping boi? Well then take a seat.
I’m stocked filthy here of willing sluts to beat.