RapPunzl RapPunzl with Runzl and Ranzl
this is the crew
a thousand plants
under which the corpses dance
Your mother said, “Don’t go to the tower!”
because Rapunzel’s waiting in the dirty bower
Your existence it will blur
and the doves, yes, they will purr
Now you’re hanging like a drip
on the stable solid plait
your perception it’ll flip
Just a fucking bait