I come in a ship of gifts from Victoria's secret,
But you ignore me an keep it,
I'm ignoring the ski lift and exploring the deepest of glorious beaches,
I implore you to reach it but I feel so honest spoken,
I've got problems copin when my goddess is so thin,
But my problems are frozen when this model is posin,
Thoughts and spirit broken but her top isn't open,
So I sit and rhyme with the most obvious structure,
Like I probably suffer cause my body was punctured,
And this whole audience wants her,
So I'll probably fuck her like I honestly love her,
Now I'm sittin in bed restless from her best kiss,
Others wanna test it,
Ha, get left with a redish left fist and a deathwish,
Victoria is laughin at the way that I'm acting,
Got my heart in a jar see the way that she's trappin,
It happens she keeps her secret deep in a box,
She sows my mouth shut and ties the bow in a knot
Ms. Lunaverse
Tryin to find worth in these Victoria secret bags,
Trying to find worth but your ignoring my secrets dad,
Everything I ever need you expect me to keep it,
I've only got myself so how you expect me to be shit,
I really need this rap thing to work out,
I'm feeling weak for attracting these words now,
I'm buying these things to hide the fact theres no stopping,
I'd rather rap then act like I like to go shopping,
That I'd rather sit here and rap about shootin the gat,
Then sitting around talkin bout the boy I'm choosin to ask,
Because this is wat I look like beneath these fake clothes,
Beneath the tables I see these fake hoes, these so-called angels,
With high priced bags and spineless men wrapped around there fingers,
Like my pricetags are timeless in fact when my sound lingers,
So I ignore these fakes cause I'm exploring the bleekest conforming like bitches,
Watch out for this Victorias secret cause she is reporting for business.
Victoria is laughin at the way that I'm acting,
Got my heart in a jar see the way that she's trappin,
It happens she keeps her secret deep in a box,
She sows my mouth shut and ties the bow in a knot
Fa-Q
Tell me, what's her secret, is it the smell of her perfume,
Is it Victoria knowing that, eventually hell is her doom,
I can smell the stench, the fornication of this horny nation,
Emits from this strip club, the married husbands the pussy lips rub,
But Victoria, I see her, the heart shaped stage is her thing,
She was a survivor, from at her start she raped at age thirteen,
She's locked in a cage, on her third ring, third husband,
The one that throws her around, and every words cussin,
But she's a survivor, got her thigh of ones,
the smoke prys her lungs, cigarettes, that ties tongues,
She's holding a coffin in her lungs, and dying inside,
She feels like what ever she does, she trying to hide,
Its like Greens her only color, everyday buying her pride,
Her silk hair, has split ends, the guy across the way sit and sends,
Mixed signals, she knows her shame, as she sees his dicks wiggles,
As she removes her clothes, she hears the laughs and all the pricks giggles,
She does it, in hope that one day she's rich and famous,
She knows her heart, grows apart, and she's not a bitch and shameless,