Dirt Witch Records

Lost my locks in a way most unusual
Part through my hair to find a spot like a crop circle
Like oh fuck does old age come fast
Though this particular loss doesn’t look like the rest
Welp, times near and it’s clear locks gotta go
‘Cause lookin like an old deadhead with a ponytail’s a hell no
So wifey gets the scissors for the unwanted snip
Im not embarassed to say a couple tears dripped
Got some fancy new shit for a homestyle buzz
And it feels like a phantom limb as rub through the fuzz
Razorburn on the scalp feels the least of my pains
As the man in the mirror looks back in disdain
Whos this weirdo in the bathroom who looks like a monk
This premature hair loss has got me lost in a funk
Mournfully sweep my shed strength from the floor
A killer I clean up the gore

So tell me what the fuck do you rhyme with alopecia
There’s a hole in my head that wont grow for some reason
And I can feel my sanity slowly leaking out
I can feel the real steel of self doubt
I can feel better as time idly passes
I can wear hats to cover it up
I can feel cold as wind blows the ashes
I can drink mud from my cup
So tell me what the fuck do you rhyme with alopecia
There’s a tonsure i earned through a solitary treason
And I can’t feel faiths gonna help
I can’t take another oh well
I can’t worry so much if i want to be happy
I can’t shave again without cutting myself
I can’t scream out the words when PK is napping
I can’t tell you if I can’t tell

I can tell you nothing good rhymes with alopecia
It’s all a near rhyme, a near miss, a real diva
In conclusion don’t grow old or catch rare conditions
Ain’t shit rhyme with it, but y’all never listen