Fuck stats have to duck cats they like pistols shooting
 

Fuck stats have to duck cats they like pistols shooting
At my head they polluting my thread like contaminated
Water they give no credit and live pathetic like constipated
Birds shitting on cars I’m gitting scars from whackness
And these dudes rhyme the wrong mood the dumb need practice
Around honeybees swarm best so I went to Farm Fresh
In a complex Lex whip flashing saw hips lashing with breast
My physical strength is my lyrical sense got rhyme durability
Sure not silly “aw girl you fine two times sweeter than a sugar lily
And your booty smooth make it easy to choose you over the rest”
In my pocket smoking dollars all my shirts open collars so I stress
For sex ”MADD I admire your strong voice but you made
a wrong choice I’ll be sincere don’t interfere with my parade
got a drastic lover man like an elastic rubber band his kisses
Stretch wet and gets me hot a lot drunk off his love like whiskies”
MADD he’s a preacher” “look girl I deal with religions so
My field of visions are strong at my home heal with precision and slow
Licking, so spread your legs I beg of you let me accommodate
Your desires with great fires from my tongue you will becum cake
your many perfume give me plenty room to date you really wet like some lake”