Kangirl -pouch of doom

(Verse 1)
Yo, she ditched that hubby and the kid in the rearview,
Chasin' that high, feelin' free, nothin' left to do.
Shitman swoops in, cape flappin' like a fever dream,
Turns her graveyard pocket to a mudslide supreme.
Half-diseased spawn, half-devolved from the stone age grind,
Ten thousand years back, but damn, she feels divine.
Top of the world, screamin' "fukk yeah, this is me!"
Inspirin' as hell, breakin' chains, wild and free.

(Chorus)
Girls, girls, girls, just wanna be girls!
Stuffin' that kangaroo pouch with the world's rotten swirls.
Fluffy shite-stuffed relics, sharp as a demon's grin,
Dangerous delights, explosive ticks that tick within.
Diseased and deranged, radioactive glow so fine,
Unpleasant maniac mess, rusty shards in the shine.
Broken glass bliss, jagged joy in the junkyard thrill,
Girls, girls, girls, gettin' filthy, chasin' the spill!

(Verse 2)
Mystery unsolved, why these hags treat the vault like trash,
Best spot for the foulest foul play, in a flash.
Under the sofa, rot fluff with pubes in a tangle,
Toenail clippings crust, that junk's her holy grail.
Shove it up the love hole? Hell yeah, that's the call,
White girls whisperin' secrets, beggin' for the haul.
Feelin' amazin', elevated, queen of the grime parade,
Empowered in the putrid, nothin' left to fade.

(Verse 3)
Am I missin' the memo? Shove that crap up my own backdoor?
Sofa scum symphony, equal opportunity war?
Nah, these queens chose the dive, lovin' the despictable low,
Sad sacks supreme, but they glow in the afterglow.
Fallen for the filth, the most wretched they can claim,
Inspirin' rebellion, settin' souls aflame.
Top of the heap in the heap, mud-caked and unchained,
Shitman's legacy, forever unrestrained.

(Bridge - Slow build, then explode)
Why the disregard? Is it freedom in the fall?
Or just the thrill of the foul, answerin' the call?
Vulva vault of vices, storin' earth's worst spite,
But damn, they rise from the rot, feelin' pure fukkin' light!

(Outro Chorus - Double time, triumphant)
Girls, girls, girls, just wanna be girls! (Be girls!)
Kangaroo pouch packed with peril and pearls.
Fluff and fury, shyt and spark, dangerous dark,
Explodin' into ecstasy, leavin' their mark!
Diseased dreams dancin', rusty romance raw,
Radioactive rapture, breakin' every law.
Girls, girls, girls, ownin' the junk, feelin' the rush,
Top of the world in the muck—fukk, what a crush!