This guy's pussy/ Annoyin til ya clean his clock/ Now he cryin/
Heat up his silly life to a clothes/ like being around-the-iron/
The secrets-now-arrivin/ Beause of me, they noticed-a-fool/
That needs avatars & signatures/ So we can focus-on-you/
Otherwise, you nothin but scraps/ Feastin wolves-ran-thru/
Put ya girl on wax against ya/ Stuffed with whole-candles/
No-channels you could surf-thru/ Ya style's easily hurt-too/
After I bruise-you/ You pray for chance like cults in a circle/