this chicken tryna get a rise from me... not even with her pants off
known for making dicks limp... fingered herself... and made her hand soft
give it a rest, i ain't impressed with weak attempts 'rouse me
i'm starting to think you like me... the way you always thrapnelalk about me
stop stalking me, get a life, put ya priorities in order
cuz me and you ain't the haps... i'd rather shrapnel from a mortar