You talk to much for a moist cookie dipped in a ‘glass’ of milk…
My punches run smooth over you like the ‘fabric’ called silk…
You think to much of being older in age makes you better…
What the fuck your getting nervous sweating in a warm sweater…
You ducked me the first time so you ‘stalled’ for time to pre-write…
‘Stop’ fingering up your beef curtains…damn that shit isn’t right…
I don’t care if you like running your ‘tongue’ up a line of sweaty shit…
That makes my sick to the ‘stomach’ to hear you also like to quit…
He thinks when hes named after a “cookie” and from Cincinnati…
That he can roll wit style but naw hes a fried ‘biscuit’ eating fatty…