Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Picket Fences, artist - WILDCARD. Date of issue: 16.01.2012
Song language: English
Picket Fences |
| Say a bunch of shit we don’t mean when we’re upset, yo! |
| The time we spent it was addictive as the tips of syringes |
| When it pricks through the skin, lust is dripping her |
| She had an ass thicker than the tension in this room |
| Makes me want to investigate the dimensions of her womb |
| Now we got together under equivocal tension |
| Because we got domesticated, tried to picket our fences |
| But our routine is fighting now, getting defensive |
| Rhymes rival the Bible with all my scriptures on vengeance |
| Can’t believe I used to think this shit’s vagina’s tight |
| Now all we ever seem to do is sixty-nine and fight |
| Rather beat your face some, like you were sniffing china white |
| Replace your vibrator with a stick of dynamite |
| But I’m a different kind of guy, that you ain’t gotta be beat down |
| Taste as sweet as candy, but you rotted my teeth out |
| Turned a happy home into a haunted house |
| I hope the memory of my dick will forever haunt your mouth |
| And fuck the drama promises, we’re both dishonest now |
| And if I see you with a new dude, then I’mma stomp him out |
| Oh yes, it’s me! |
| Obsessive ex-boyfriend! |
| You flip my switch, I’m like a gas chamber how I vent poison |
| No choice in this matter, knowing it’s |
| I be ruining pig pictures like the Zodiac killer |
| When I first met you, you looked like Jessica Biel |
| You put on weight, now it’s like I’m having sex with a seal |
| Motherfucker |
| Better get your hormones and estrogen right |
| Because I don’t want to go to prison for the rest of my life |
| Oh, now you give me silent treatment, Charlie Chaplin |
| Now the bitch won’t listen, Marlee Matlin |
| It’s trial by fire, fighting like wildest west, boy let’s spin it wilder |
| Which way? |
| Well, this vial of meth or defile all these piles of sex toys |
| Fuck more alcoholic women in sobriety checkpoints |
| I’m lying but I’m quick at this shit |
| My mind just so twisted and sick |
| I try, but I’m sick of this shit |
| The rag will just flip on my lid |
| I’m psycho and pissed at this bitch |
| Just fire at chicks and at kids |
| Like I’m just not giving a shit |
| My rhymes are just sick with this shit but… |
| Okay, I say a bunch of shit that I don’t mean |
| When upset I’m going for the throat to anyone I see |
| But I know this hate just manifests itself inside my rhymes, shit |
| Can’t expect to be different with the same fucking mindset |
| The only person I can change is myself, like maybe I’m the selfish motherfucker |
| here who made this hell |
| Imagine that |
| I’m grabbing a cab |
| The plan of attack |
| Is animal rap |
| I ran it all back |
| And damaged this track |
| So yappity-yap |
| You’re chattering back |
| My was psycho |
| And if you’re feeling this, then you need some fucking help like I do |
| The truth is, I can honestly see that in all my failed relationships, |
| the common denominator was me |