This orchid I once honestly had, a rothschildanium that cost me a stack, emulated its namesake when I spotted the fact that beneath the surface it fuckin turned all rotten n black
Your life goes start... fail, I doubt you are male,
you spend big bucks at yard sales, on new bindles you part snail,
iLL finesse fishy breath, I know you droppin bars frail, cuz you sound like a backup singer for the carwash song on shark tale, know where you'd find life hard? Jail,
you'd be bottom bunking scared of heights bitch you weak,
I'd take the top bunk, have a lot of juice, get a drink fuelled sleep,
n that's when the truth rain down on you urin too deep,
"Dear diary, I can't cry underwater, but through piss do weep"