Yo, its Slutty McSpiteface, Dimes Square’s filthiest tramp,
Chasin dolls thru the grime, cock hard as a lamp. Canal Streets a fuckfest, where the freaks all get wet,
Terminally online, I’m a slave to this sweat. Mpox tried to cockblock, sent my dolls to the void,
Vaxxed at that skeezy clinic, needles dull and annoyed. My body counts a zine, hundo dicks, maybe more,
STDs got me shook—condoms my only core. Dolls in ripped fishnets grind where Clando’s lights pulse,
Eyes like Honor Levys, her prose fucks like a pulse. She’s spittin incel bars at Sovereign, mic in her grip,
I’m rimmin her vibe, tongue deep in that Catholic shit. I dodge The Dares shitty techno, beats like a hipster’s fart,
Dasha Nekrasovas glarin, her trad sneer breaks my heart. She slapped Crumplar’s face, left his ego in the dirt,
I’d let her peg me raw, but my ass might fuckin hurt. Ten dolls hit my DMs, five ghost, fuckin rude as hell,
Two at 169 Bar, suckin Caroline Calloways spell. Her grift’s a performance, her memoir’s a con,
I’d eat her out on IG Live, but she’s already gone. Slippin past Gasda’s nerds, his plays too wordy for fun,
Matthews typewriter clacks like he’s stuck in 2001. Peter Vacks mopin, nepo vibes in his stare,
Betsey Brown, his sis, roasts him—i’d fuck her right there. Preps my holy grail, doxy’s my wingman, I’m strapped,
Tested at that Ludlow dive where hipsters get clapped. Cleaner than Rachel Rabbit Whites verse,
But Drunken Boat poets raw-doggin, it’s a curse. DLs creep down Division, bugs hid in their drip,
Ivy Wolks wit slices, her roasts cut like a whip. She’s burnin clout-chasers, makin Micheal’s ass squirm,
I’d top that trans martyr, but their drama’s too firm. Chasin dolls thru Kikis smog, Sovereign’s art-kid haze,
Trip on my Docs, spill my PBR, lost in a daze. Christian Lorentzen’s skulkin, old critic gone wild,
I’d let him blow me slow, but his vibe’s too mild. Fernanda Amis swans in, nepo-kid with a wink,
Her dads Martin Amis, but she’s fuckin the rink. She’s slumming with zoomers, loft parties her scene,
I’d rail her in a bathroom stall, keep it dirty, obscene. Walter Pearce rolls up, Wet Brains punk-ass sage,
Skater vibes, chaos, he’s the zoomer outrage.