They call you Cinderella, cuz you guna need a miracle//
but me, i got more luck and charm then a box of cereal//
you're cock is to small to even bone a cheerio//
i could make lambchops playalong make you look terrible//

I could spit all day so you'd better pitch a tent//
i could make you jaw drop//
but you still couldn't open it wider then fifty cent//

you call yourself degreez, bitch please//
i've seen hotter things come out of the Arctic seas//
a walrus took a shit and was blessed cuz of it's sneaze//
and locked you in a ice cage but you have no keys//

raise up your hand and listen to your teacher//
you are just the previews, but im the main feature//

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sorry this isn't one of my good ones...