I wrote this in a laundromat while listening to Kendrick Lamar


United States

Wanna know how many dudes I’ve banged?

well sit down take a biopsy of

the inner walls of my blood pumper my blood thumper wait

what do you see? oh I know

little tiny letters that read

“we’re sorry for the…”

I got dark, I got evil, that rot inside my DNA


I’m sitting in my bed

belly swollen with soba and red

soda between the nails

of my fingertips nail clippings

on my floors because I’m too lazy to pick them up

I got off, I got troublesome, heart inside my DNA


Playing with dollies is like

playing the Sims

my cat inspires me to love blankies 

I can walk into Old Navy topless

So just stop with that talk I got

Realness, I just kill shit 'cause it's in my DNA

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