Bed Bugs - Onry Ozzborn

Long before the Romans adopted and renamed him, Cupid was known to the Greek as

Eros, the god of love

All bed bugs bite and record lies that tell the truth

All bed bugs bite and record lies that tell the truth

All bed bugs bite and record lies that tell the truth

All bed bugs bite and record lies

I find it quite peculiar that she wears Las Vegas around her neck

She crick and croquet on my sailboat deck (check)

That’s one off the bucket, two for the jewels

Three for the get (get) ridiculed

Get rid of you, get rid of who?

She don’t even know my name (that's cool)

Cause I don’t know that witch’s neither

She a skeezer

Can be at times, anyway I don’t need her

Feed her features to my creature (ether)

Maybe I’m overreacting and acting irrational

(But who don’t though?)

Maybe I ought to be audible, on guard, and actual

(But why not though?)

So here goes nothing, something

Sewn patch of a heart on my sleeve on my cloak

For you to see, stop fronting

You hacks fall apart at the seam, stay woke, like

There he is, quite cunning

At the lair eating cereal already when you call me

I don’t really care if you are not coming (cause I did!)

Lords always cum much easier than ladies, honey