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 f*cking 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