Blow

See right before the split up I was three, and was modest Had my room and my dresser, never ever used the closet Cause my daddy would harass me, throwing shade and turning sassy Said that if the closet opened than his marriage would end badly So I tried to peek my eye in the crack of the closet Was there precious things inside? like a ring to a hobbit? Or mabye dead bodies? was murdering his hobby? Cause if thats the case, than honestly thats pretty fucking sloppy Flash forward to the night right before their anniversary Was irking me, needed truth, was tired of the perjury I went to the closet, kick the bitch, the hinges cricked I heard a moan, than a pop, and from the closet, what I saw The figure laying on the wall, eyes were drawn it was daunting There were stains on her skin, so I knew the bitch was naughty Showed my pops and his thottie, than their marriage ended quickly Guess the blow up doll that he hid gave him better kitty