we meet again blunt....

yo blunt,ur gal got crabs runnin up 'er kunt//
wen im dun,i leev 'er slumped in a fukked up bunch//
"fukked up",literally,this bitch got drenched from 'er ass to 'er pussy//
now,lookie lookie//
she told me u was a new boy rookie//
fukkin wit no strenth,n no choc chips in your cookie//
u firin blanks at this fukkin wench//
we need to take gas masks n tanks,to this bitches stench//
she ent washed for weeks she gave it up 4 lent//
oh n she told me u like to swing both ways,mah fukka ur bent//
oh av u noticed the lil' package i sent//
shes pregnent,ur a fatha//
n i had to do it bcoz i obviosly fukked 'er harder!!

that was shit....