© Aug. 27, 2015. All Rights Reserved.
Mandaline:
Tattoos to hide the bruises.
Rebelling to hide the loses.
You can’t fool me.
You’re a wannabe.
Something you’re not.
You’re in the wrong spot.
Statues in body clues.
Scared to face the bad news.
I’m over you.
I’m always true.
You’re beneath the bully.
You’re never free.
Carmella:
Why do you always pick on him?
It’s from A.M. to P.M..
I’m just helping out.
Stop it, or I’m walking about.
You’ll never see me again.
He’s not gay. He likes women.
You chase him home in a car.
You beat him, but he’s a rockstar.
I’m letting you be.
Get your hands off of me.
He’s a better man,
And he has a plan.
Brian:
Carmella, I hate your exes.
He makes me hold my reflexes.
He’s a retarded racist.
Why was he on your love list?
Fuck a future. He’s dead.
I want his head.
I should put a bomb in a guitar.
You’ll send him it and run far.
I’ll stab him in the face.
I’ll destroy the human race,
Throwing tear gas in his bed.
He’s going to end up dead.
Carmella:
He hangs around other races,
Just to disrespect other faces.
He mocks merchandise and body art,
He shits lungs with my heart,
Saying I’m his property.
He used all my money.
He’d beat me, then his mom.
He wanted a threesome.
I’m a replica of his dream.
This may sound very extreme,
But I can’t get him out my head.
My relapse of psychosis is dead.
Brian:
What the fuck is your problem?
Hold your applause. He’s a scum.
I can’t choose who you love,
But make sense about what this is of.
Do you want your children that way?
Fuck it! You think talking’s cliché.
You were raised in that life.
Go on! Be a committed wife.
I can see it now!
You never liked me anyhow.
You’re on his team.
I’m more than what I seem.
Carmella:
Our love doesn’t involve you.
I won’t want. I don’t do.
I’m different, and I respect.
Listen, nobody’s perfect.
I’m keeping my distance.
Our past was intense.
I see something in you.
You shouldn’t feel blue.
I had these feelings the longest.
I can’t say I’d be the best.
I want to give us a try.
Look me in the eyes. Don’t lie.
Mandaline:
What the fuck is going on here?
You’re raping my ears down the hemisphere.
Nigger! I hate your kind.
I ain’t colorblind.
Jews think they own the place.
Faggots want to be a race.
Stay away from my bitch!
If you got change, I’m rich.
You want to fight?
I’ll make you see the light.
I’m going to skin you.
I’m going to lynch your crew.
Brian:
Don’t fuck with me cracker!
You’re just acting blacker.
Triple K is a Christian cult.
A thirty-third degree insult.
Since you don’t play fair.
Alas, you’re dead as a prayer.
You’re gone at the speed of light.
You’re trying to look the color white.
Confused, stupid fuck.
If you’re the light, your mind’s stuck.
Don’t apologize.
It’s you I despise.
Bénédicte:
Brian, it’s not worth it.
You don’t have to do this shit!
He’ll overdose from insults. Quit!
Lyrical semen makes his head split.
His racism originates in B.C.,
Hatin’ on the Virgin Mary.
He needs a leash.
Tame him another way, capeesh?
His brain shakes on acupunctures.
Wisdom is new to his brain structures.
He looks like a pornographic rerun.
Here. Shoot him with this gun.
Mandaline:
Go back to Africa!
Your face says you’re in a dilemma.
You know what’s wrong with you?
You think what you say is new.
I’m fighting for our equality,
By killing the black prodigy.
Jesus is white.
You know I’m right.
What the fuck you’ll do?
Fucking Voodoo?
Ooh! I’m so scared.
If it’s real, whites would be chaired.
Bénédicte:
I’d be careful Mandaline.
Anything I say is under your skin,
So go ahead. Be an ass.
Outlast your heart of pizzazz.
You racist Buddhist,
Lip-locking the mist. You don’t exist.
We’re all related somehow.
Dominant genes aren’t now.
Show you’re equal with a heart,
Or your soul will depart.
Most people aren’t innocent,
But together, we’re one hundred percent.
Mandaline:
What are you mixed with?
Your complexion has to be a myth.
It’s like graffiti in a peephole.
Nothing dark is stopping my goal.
Fuck the walks y’all made in a mile.
Y’all are lynched in single file.
Whipped with flames,
Just crush the games.
We shipped y’all names for a cost.
No matter what you say, y’all lost.
I don’t give a damn what you say.
Niggers are living astray.
Brian:
I won. (Bang!)
I shot your mouth to slang.
What’s that? You’re playing possum?
Well, I’ll repeat. This gun’s awesome.
Fuck you Carmella! (Bang!)
Put her in the trunk with her gang.
Us blacks love Jesus, right?
You’re eating fetus tonight.
Despite your muscularity,
All you worked for goes to charity.
You’re so white,
But can’t match the air in sight.
Bénédicte
Shut them up. I’ll make everything clear.
Brian, drive, my volunteer.
“No one interfere,” says my mind.
I’m shootin’ strangers from behind.
No one had to die.
They weren’t payin’ attention. Why?
Fuck them! The world’s full of it!
Even children taught racist shit!
I’m drivin’ about,
But the cop behind makes me doubt.
He’ll scream. He’ll say, “Ouch!”
Buddy, shoot him a kangaroo pouch.
Brian:
Traffic is in his gas tank.
Fuck him and every rank.
He won’t catch us.
I’m worried about hitting a shuttle bus.
You know what? (Boom!)
Fuck the cops. I need more ammo room.
Did you see him crash?
What a stupid ass white trash.
Hell, I’ll burn his skin to Braille,
So he’ll know a black male.
Well, pace yourself. (Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!)
Car down at noon. (Vroom!)
Bénédicte:
That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
He’s the drought.
Pull over. Shit got real.
They think we won’t kill.
I’m the one motherfucka. (Boom!)
Flex, you punk. You’re comin’ to my room.
How’s your bitch?
That’s right. I made her heart twitch.
Wake up, false prophet.
He’s in a place full of shit.
Get out the goddamn car!
I’ll wipe those fuckin’ tears with tar.
Brian:
You can hangout here.
You can disappear.
First, suck my fucking dick!
Tick-tock. Bitch, you think you’re slick.
Scream, and I’ll fuck your mouth shut.
Regardless, I’m doing it, so what?
I’m kidding, but not my main man.
He’s here to delete your lifespan.
That, I can understand.
Bitch, stay seated! That’s not as planned!
You know what? (Boom! Boom!)
Good afternoon. Take off that costume.