I'm not too hell bent on your cradled views
I'm not too hell bent on spitshined shoes
I'm not too hell bent on your broken prayer
I'm not too hell bent, nor do I care
I'm not your spitshine
I'm not your spitshine
I'm not your dirty who*e
Must I constantly remind you
I am not the tie that binds you
Not your masterpiece or your reward
Tell me what you want from me
Tell me what you want me to be
Self portrait of yourself you see in me
Don't go trying to fix me
Not a f**ing thing wrong with me
Not some sculpture you can mold out of clay
I'm not your spitshine
I'm not your spitshine
I'm not your dirty who*e
Must I constantly remind you
I am not the tie that binds you
Not your masterpiece or your reward
I'm not your spitshine
I am cancer's Christ
I'll make you little who*e
I hope you choke on my own cyanide
Tastes like cancer on the inside
Once I rape you, then you'll be pure
I'm not your spitshine
I'm not your spitshine
I'm not your dirty who*e
Must I constantly remind you
I am not the tie that binds you
Not your masterpiece or your reward