hey yall this was all right but let me drop this little piece up in here

When a girl give up cake in a hot relation its like a state
Of intoxication you drunk off kisses the junk reminisces
Your brain try have sex before she grab the kotex //
Cats post scorn clout with a bad voice
They sound like a worn out sad horse
You don’t sit in saddles during legit battles
Misfits can only rattle microphones you don’t straddle
Funk like I do