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Broken Crown

from Jack but Jill by Pyrophoria

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Jack
Black Jack
.22 in his back
Lone Wolf of the pack
Cut the stack
21 cap
Clap
A money trap
Laugh
Happy slap
There’s a good chap
Take a dance lap
Money trap
Monkey trap
Let him yap
Tap the tap
Snap the snap
Of necks
are you out or next
We’ll have you crowned
Jack now a king renowned
Just make no sound
21 and shots all around
22 and shots all around
Hear his feet hit the ground
Call the hound

Fuck a frill
Jill had spat out every pill
And got a thrill
Yeah, whatever, she will
Run of the mill
Run of the mill
Born in a landfill
Hell became downhill
A woman was made to kill

Jack ran afraid
The red in his head not from a blade
Not a suicide king maybe an old maid
He had been swayed
He was the game played
Everyone else just paid
Yet he was below the grade
This is how a king is made

Jack met Jill
Chasing a pain pill
Downhill
Her laugh was shrill
Saying how many lives until
You live like at will
You make me ill
Jack fell but Jill
Stood on the hill
Laughing still
I found your crown
On the ground
I think I’ll wear it, clown
Why don’t you stay down
Envy is not green
Envy is obscene
Envy is to kerosene
As you are to a guillotine
I don’t get what I get; I don’t wean
I dig like an amphetamine
You’re pretty like a slot machine
I am too full of dopamine
The red on my hands won’t wash clean
This is mine is what I mean
All hail the fucking queen

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from Jack but Jill, released October 14, 2021

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