His dreaming drastically, thinkin' he got a chance//
His punches come out sarcastically, like the wiggles when they sing & dance//

Line of sight is [b]re-directed, now he staring at a loss//
Played lines: i expect-it, but yours starting to grow moss!//

Put a cross on your heart, like it was a organ operation//
He blows everyone, like a fart, that goes through the nation[b/]//

I'm like fat bitches [b]G-Spots, nobody wants to hit-me//
Kill this bitch like goldilocks, cause i can't bear the way you shit-me//

Merked

Only 9 his holdin is when hes on my dick, stuck to me like plaster//
Like giraffes spew when they sick, to be me on my level need to elevate alot faster//



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