Violent Disaster

She said she doesn't use canvas She's a life artists I said I don't derive from culture I'm a white artist I take things exactly as they are In front of me So if I want honey murder the honey bee Honey please I'm not trying to be quiet and subtle I'm just tryna start a full scale riot and cuddle So stop acting Like you follow what I'm speaking When I overdose I'll let you wallow in my seepage Every single weekend I am trying to stay sane By looking in the bathroom mirror and lying to my face I guess it happens every time that you choose To play the card of being A winner And lose I'm apathetic but I'm calm and collected I'm cranky and depressive as if it was not expected She was a fan of rap language and the fine arts Ona when I decided to give her my heart I ripped it right off of my sleeve where I was wearing it She put it in the garbage disposal and didn't care a bit Later that night I cried till I dozed off Don't try calling me cause my phones off Cause I don't really have any where that I need to go And I don't really have any secrets you need to know And I don't really have any secrets I need to know Cause I already know that my soul is deep in a six feet hole Yet I'm trudging through the garden of Eden My belly full of fruit I get from every slithering demon I really wish that I could change my pattern From a heart broken lover To a violent disaster With the snap of a finger and a flip of a switch You can bring me back home with the kiss of your lips So I guess that imma just stay sour Till you're ready to give it up you beautiful mayflower