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Burn me. She burned me like dry ice baby (x2)
Cold November. Night to remember.
Her skin white as winter; hair a sapphire splendor.
She’s fucked every guy on Tinder, now she’s asking me to enter.
Come into her palace, just a phallus driven by malice.
Cold sadness, blinded by madness, laid out upon her mattress.
Her hair ripples out like aurora borealis.
I’m obsessed with her breasts. I caress, bodies pressed.
I refuse to ever let her get up to get dressed.
I’m distressed to think I don’t know when I’ll see her next.
We make a date for sex. She jets, backs out without a text.
Three times I’m slighted with lust unrequited. To spite it
I showed up uninvited at her work and told her that she was misguided.
And cited the frigid bitch a ticket on her windshield.
Heart too congealed to heal.
I’m frozen in a hibernation.
I’m desperate for an excavation,
Unafraid to write a disrespectful bitch a citation.
Burn me. She burned me like dry ice baby (x2)
Burn me, baby (x2)
Eight months later, get a text from a stranger.
My reflex is to hate her ‘til she explains her behavior.
I tell her to come over, not expect me to be sober.
Vodka on ice, room’s spinning when she arrives.
Breasts, hips, thighs, body chiseled by exercise.
Crystal eyes the color of blue ice. She broke bad.
Sad Goddess, nearly flawless,
Hardly modest, but she’s promised to be
Honest about why she ditched out on us.
She tells me her name is Jade. Her emerald hair mirrors the shade.
She’s paid to dance up on a stage, feeling the frost-bitten rage
Of a girl abandoned by her daddy at an early age.
She wants to turn a new page, but she can’t let it go.
She’s grown too cold without a sol, and now she’s frozen to a pole.
Without a goal, she works for tips. Too damaged to be fixed.
Icicles on her arctic lips. She strips and bends into the splits.
Begs a Tin-man to break her in with his ice pick.
Burn me. She burned me like dry ice baby (x2)
Burn me, baby (x2)
I was the other guy. Her last resort: Firesky.
Her sex defied the ex-fiancée who denied his stripper bride.
Three hundred dollar bikini that she’d never wear.
She’s in the pool with me, but she’s wishing he was here.
She cries when she cums every time.
Her tears freeze on her cheeks like rime.
I worship at an empty shrine.
Her kisses shallow and unkind.
Ice cold like a cadaver.
Somehow inside her I’m sadder.
Remind myself that in sex emotions are not a factor.
But I am not my body’s master.
Feel the ice taking me faster.
Shatters my sword and then my dagger
‘Til I’m powerless to stab her.
I’m frozen in prison, wishing the sun was risen,
Gave up Eden for meaningless knowledge of faceless women.
I die inside, can’t be revived, like sexual suicide
I struggle in futility. No virility left in me.
Desire and no ability. What is this spell she put on me?
I’m frozen in hell, awaiting Angel to rescue me.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap