||psycho-serve||

look look ohh its just what the doctor ordered,
internet beef to keep things spicy before each other they odour'ed.

deko koi aage badra hai tho kese kese hoti hai jalann,
I'm sure he think its a desi thing this icebum.

spicesquad deleted to humtum summerr pasand kare mereko hau,
ya boi ain't no player i didn't reciprocate them feelin's somehow.

how i wish they sit and witness see i ain't trynna ape,
okok sometimes i do when I'm on my fav fermented grape.

but lately its been awfully lonely and then you came around,
dw i ain't trynna make this a kardashian west bound.

why cant i rhyme without reason fo #us in a space sorta public,
cultivatin' anticipation, catchin' a vibe viral, ...aachoo... sick.

become the very things we loath we do,
atleast the ones speakin hindi endin with UwU.

my balls i wish i could lend to icebutt like a camera,
just to see the effect it has on another; ghora or aghora.

rick-tick, date-tate, rogan-josh ya biryani-kalyani,
masculine urges translated into something polite by Basmati.

maybe that's why i got what I've deserved,
even though it's all just yet to be served.

||psycho-serve||