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Kat Dennings

Verse:

The days keep turning crisper

The scarves adorn the hipsters

The night's abuzz, but in the fuzz

Kat Denning's got her tits out

It happened on a cell phone

While naked in her own home

Sat upright with all in sight

Kat Denning's got her tits out

They thought of she, the indie queen

As someone kind of differently

But it was she, that on blue screen

Revealed them both so poignantly

People saw, they oohed and awed

Post and clicks of skin and clod

Lust begotten celeb facade

Kat Denning's got a bangin' bod.

Chorus:

Hollywood is Hollywood

Nude and crude for show

All for not, or cover shots

It's all they do and know

She was of the few and fond

That knew just how we feel

But Holly took her far beyond

And showed her skank appeal.

Verse:

Underneath the camera's lense

A view obscuring common sense

New grown child, legs for miles

Stacked to make a matching set

Sure they're great, let's celebrate

Pray for more and masturbate

Assume she's lost what made her her

Those jugs can speak and we'll relate

Since when is it we call you Paris?

What is left for you to cherish?

You're no Britney, Lindsay Lo

What happened to the K we know?

I hope she's there, beyond the bust

Cleavage that controls the lust

But me I say, I just don't care

Katty D had wit to spare

(Chorus)

Bridge:

Were they for a boy gone wild?

Sold her out for weed and wiles?

Were they poached and bet online?

To highest bid that bid on time?

Is this not her finest hour?

Sweet and sour, pretty flower

Is she tabloids' newest love?

Is this what she'd always dreamed of?

Final Verse:

Those tits of hers are well and good

Big and perfect, understood

But look above her collar bone

And know that she has eyes to see

Those tits are fine, lick 'em clean

Imagine hands on that physique

But hear her speak, catch the tone

As human as a human being

For Kat we know, standing there

She hasn't left and is aware

That people watch and gawk and stare

And dream about her underwear

Now the saddest boys alive

Will touch themselves with her in mind

And she'll undress before their eyes

Because she is their bosom bride.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm pretty certain that this will never end up becoming a song. Heard about and saw the Kat Dennings topless pictures and found it kind of sad, considering she seemed too smart to do something so stupid. I wanted the song to have two sides that sort of came and went (nasty/perverted and sympathetic/sorry) and I think it turned out okay. Not really my best but not bad.

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Killer Girl

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Like a poison apple; she was so delightful
She had eyes of stars and lips of blood
A gaze that made witches stutter
And a bedside manner of a big game hunter.

She'll eat you alive
You'll not survive.

She has devious glances
Like the devil's second chances
Venom which tastes so sweet as nature
Bending to her will; killing my stature

She'll love you to death
Like crystal meth

Death in every kiss we share

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a song I am working on...

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Inner Violence

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A hand with the case of a violent fetish.
A hand tears you apart.
I see all the people just walk around me.
As if I don't even have a heart.
We always walk in the shadows beneath you
We are always here.
Creeping on every emotion you step
We feed on your fear
We feed on your fear.
A heart with a case of a violent fetish
A heart tears you apart
Every time I see you happy people I just want to Break
Into the chains of a new existence
I just want to Break
I just want to Break
A hand in me, it sees
You want to take it all
I don't want to
Let myself break through
You don't see me breaking down
You can't see me breaking down
Here its coming now
You can see it now
A hand in me, it sees
You want to take it all
They see, your scars and your prescriptions
They see your weakness and demise
And in the Shadows of a mirrored reflection
I am there
I am there.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is kind of an underlying problem with myself lately, things build beneath the suface until you unleash your demons. Then everyone sees them.

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Delusions of a Darkened Nature #1

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I smoked myself to sleep
In blood I was knee deep
I never started praying
But now I've started slaying
Look deep into my eyes
Throw off your cute disguise
Look deep into the world
Your just a little girl
And then in my own hand
The force to make a stand
So tomarrows going down
In the abyss I haven't seen
So smile your bloody frown
As I rip out your shattered spleen
And as I walked within my sleep
I had to take a peep
As my souless body creep
To the void they call the deep
Now I stitch into my head
Flows forth a river of red
Runs down my face the falls
I can feel the closing walls
Run to the darkened halls
The halls are growing dim
As darkness takes my limb
The last speck of good I had
The Gods, they must be sad
I never made a stand...
Now I wake up from the dark
I roll and then I spark
My hair is wet and curled
Time to conquer the world..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was actually supposed to be a song at one time I like it, and you can't understand it you probably don't understand anything I write

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