sit on it and twirl Crimsin

 
"you really are crazy you know?"

"all my demons tell me it's true"
she told me

the problem is the bitch is me
she talks to me all condescending style
some snooty cunt
with razor rash gash
fucking with her thoughts

if she thinks I'm going to cut my shit
to save her reputation
she really is tripping
I post shit for the hell of it

who does Crimsin think she is?

bad mouthing my own brand of fuckery
she takes things way too seriously
writing should be fun
say it how it is
tell how you really feel

there's freedom in being me
unfiltered, straight up
love me or hate me

rotgut liquor take a swig
I'll have you pissing fire
you'll have a good time
hanging out back in my neck of the woods

where there are no pretensions
just good old boys
and me getting down
southern style

so she can take her etiquette
and go twirl on the demon closest to her