Recop
Recop you say
Poker in, I’m sorry, who’s face?
Oh no not mine
You must’ve forgotten I’m made protected and Divine
As if I didn’t know
The signs were all there
The signs of pigs ravishing witchcraft
In their dirty underwear
Poker face you brought home to play
I’ll take the one with the house in the woods
Mercedes and log cabin fever for good
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Attorney or thief
Maybe the doctor, Dr. King, I believe
Oh let me stop, I’m ahead of myself
Pieces of my story I do plan to tell
Hell can wait for story time, you’ll burn just fine in the meantime
I see the pearly gates
I see my white horse and estate
Elder, pastor, dean you say?
More like a demon who’s long gone in foul play
Off with their heads, loud and inspired
I’ll spare them today, I’m awfully tired
Leave it to the people, the Gods of it all
I do love to see pigs squirm in their stall
