[Hook]
I want to be your repressed memory
That makes you distressed in your sleep
I creep into your wet dreams
And make you wake up
Sweating and screaming

[Verse 1: Fellatia Geisha]
I fetishize your trauma
Look me in the eyes and call me mama
I want to be the cause of all your problems
Then solve them
Give him Stockholm syndrome
It’s your intuition to run to me when I hurt you
So I can make it worse
Face fuck you in the dirt
I tell you I squirted
But it’s really urine
Ugh!
Feel it trickle down your throat
I’m the GOAT and he suck me
So I call him Chupacabra
No I don’t want to hear you talk that stupid blah blah
If it ain’t about the guap the dollar
Lo siento no habla
Nah I don’t want to hear about your stupid problems
Fuck I look like? Your therapist?
I could care less
Go overdose on heroin
Just because I get so Freudian
Doesn’t mean that you’re my boyfriend
No way, oy vey!
I’m clairvoyant
So I know where you’re going
And your future is foreboding
And you’ll end up all alone
With your ass in a ditch
Make your balls vanish like Quidditch
With just a flick of the wrist
You question my innocence
Were my intentions vindictive?
Like bitch!
Don’t you know I’m the wickedest witch?
Spitting in Yiddish and Spanish
The definition of maleficence in the flesh
Yes, the definition of maleficence in the flesh
You’re looking at her

[Hook]