Charles Hamilton - Crush Proof Box lyrics

The vaginalist goddess
Monologues of awkward promises
Her mind was lost tryna decide
Between Diana Ross and vitamins
Diva or a needer
(Anita) of more fever from the
Board-demon speaking more heat
Than a whore eating pork
Seasoned with your fingertips
Touch it deep inside and she
Arrives leaving eyes bleeding
Only I have seen the deepest height
Her thighs can bring a guy
Tried to beat and only got a "Mind to speak?"
A timeless freak!
Guidance I need when riding through
The streets with a dime
That's not defined by the
Least she's cost provoken
Walking lonely through the halls of
Homies zoning off and
Hoping to be poking the
Queen for better thoughts
Hold me, she thinks
Groaning in sync with chrome posted
Frozen in heat
Beating the bones of old speech
It's time she elevated her sequence in rhyme
Never a favorite of weaklings
This whole weekend is her's

She can walk she can dance!
She can be whatever if you give her a chance!
Who is she? Laughs
What is she, to you? Laughs

She keeps her prescriptions of
Secrets and afflictions in
Between the scriptures of her picture book
Get a look at this
Doctor told her take a brake
She opted to throw the break away and
Use the prescription paper as paperweights!
Wind could make her float if her
Flow wasn't major so she
Stays atop the paper to keep
The wasted paper from blowing
A frugal slut but rude to love
As if she blew it up!
Detonated her mannerisms and
Dedicated her grammar
To levitating with the Hamilton record
Break when it's handed for letting
The break breakaway is outlandish!
Kit Kat when a track
Is lip smacking delicious
For instance this track
Is flipping ridiculous!
And this bitch has the wick and the lit match
To hit the dispatcher with patterns of ember!
Temper, Temper says the tenth of November
Lower the ember
Descendants of the coldest winter

She can walk she can dance!
She can be whatever if you give her a chance!
Who is she? Laughs
What is she, to you?

Her menstrual cycle is suspenseful to a
Psycho but in the defense
Of the mic whose life I'm
Ending tonight it's simple
Symbols and rides of guys tricking
They life to be the
Bride getter of the bitch
Whose riddle is inside
Get between her thighs, interesting
She's a guy
Get between her mind's lines you'll
See she's a dying blonde!
But reading too deep into that
Line is a time-bomb too late for that
I may in fact have signed on
Here's a case for the wack:
Fear is facing the back
Which means I face the future
Seems I'm taking the abuse
To do what may confuse the
Awakening of the rude stay in school baby
Detention is basically cool!
Don't mention it lady, it's school i hear it
Perhaps me flipping the middle is a demerit?
Or perhaps such behavior is
Headlights that are deerless
Connecting with the people is a near miss

She can walk she can dance!
She can be whatever if you give her a chance!
Who is she? What is she, to you?