||rawdog daddy||

roses and poses all things your daughter,
left her longing for beer and batter,

the worst she set to explore,
to find her best self and more.

principles distorted by the lack of your watch,
men have turned her an extention of crotch.

she thinks that's all she brings to the table,
so degrading these venereal fables.

in an attempt to bring personality she' forgot grace.
doja ice and sabrina personified; get out of my face.

heathens practice what they avoid talking about,
desaturate and their greys are greyer, no doubt.

barbiturate sedation an experience such,
will only fruit if to persona you clutch.

principle'less you wander copy pasting,
your insecurities on the fleeting wasting.

jolt if you don't then life most probably will,
what a waste of your brilliance yo lazy pill.

raised you did by fulfilling responsibilities.
financial? that it? no wonder the pussibilities.

oh how I'd like to adopt your mess,
beer and batter excentuating caress.

if only i didn't go from owner to contender,
perhaps one day I'd enjoy being your bartender.

but by the time the ashes rejoin the ocean,
our bridge will have long been forgotten.

unless the gawkers don't stop,
gossip slurrpy they likey a lott.

so they flaunt and lick hoping to find,
to discriminate your discriminating kind.

get fucked old man and you better do it right,
with a strap on your wife 'n masks with dim light.

fix yo shit, old man. fix your shit before it's too late,
fix your shit before your son suffers the same fate.

remind your daughter of a fatherly caress,
that to please another she doesn't have to undress.

||rawdog daddy||