Pro.S.Tit.Ute

She aint a rockstar, but its Grand Theft Auto

Stealing men from their women,

"Screw them all" was the motto

She was something like a hen

Trying to roost all the roosters

Asked her "What's the motive?"
She told me "Trying to get the baby a booster,
And if I have to ill go deep into the bed of every man.
Just to get that money I'll do anything I can"
So she put her body on sale,
Getting the attention of males
They pay her, get a tour, and then zip out the grail
Asked her if she felt degraded
She said "Naw, it's all empowering,
Worshiped by these men, if I want I'll have them cowering"
Her soul dirty as hell, you'da thought she's striking showering
But that's exactly what these men want; dirtier than what's sewaging
Zoom past a few years and we see what her life's been rummaging
The baby needing a booster is now a full grown rooster
Looking for a few chicken heads to get a different kind of booster
And his mother has now aged; her lifestyle made sure of that
Now when men pass by, they still cop a peek at her
But its not the same peek, this peek is purely horrific
What was once sheer beauty now looks something acidic
Her services are no longer needed, they have new women to "empower"
And she's old game; almost every man has played her
She thought she was in control, turns out she was a game controller
Picked up and let go at the whim of the client
Too much time trying to be phat, shuda gone on a diet
It all hit her too late though; she's already a prune
A helpless little tool just awaiting her doom.

It's Nothing

We always say we're doing it.

When asked what's in sight,

We always say we're viewing it.

When asked what we believe in,

We just say we have faith in it.

So lost; holocaust of our mind, body, and soul

Single-handedly reprimanded any depth or self-control

And it didn't come from it

It had to come from something

Maybe the cause of it was something envisioning us dulling

To prevent us from from improving and growing, just like a second Fern Gully

Or something out of Monsters Inc, but no good man, Sully

So we stay doing it, and never improving

Hell, we'll get to a point of doing it and simply not moving

And you all will read this and think "What the hell is he saying?"

The answer's simple, because it is all that he's saying.