Suck Buddies

Lucky Kit-Kats spent
 Tryna scrape a buck for rent
 At the deep show pad
 Where dorsal dolls all finish fast
 We can make it work
 Pay our debts to teenage twerps
 We can make it work
 If we wear our belly shirts
 But you'll get no respect
 Unless a ninja of the neck
 Sapphic as you were
 Post-apocalyptic squirt
 Purring like a pet
 Silent all the suitcases
 We can make it work
 If you wear your belly shirt
 But I can't
 No, I can't
 Blast through that
 Shark you hanged
 Keep stomp, alright
 As a dog, I thought I'd be
 He'd knot anthills in my leaves
 Dead, at least like me, I'm dead
 Bite down sisters, bitter endings
 Mirror, mirror on the floor
 Which witch here's the bigger bore?
 I'm not cool and I won't ever
 Masturbate to that endeavor
 Like the world needs other folks just
 The blues, the dead would croak