I am the new Dorothy Parker
letters drawn from a man's lies
I will turn table
turn coat
turn style
Rapping this play out
You are the mother fucker
But I am the mother
Bow to this bitch
Your tall tales called out of this QUEEN
bees cunt
as I see you blame shift your loss
your truth
your vacancy
Nothing is how you exist in this rap
silence in your fear of being
And I buzz at your existence full of pollen
and piss
while you lay limp in castration
from God's ideas.