like i said know niggas who trash rappin
worried bout the trendin fashion rather than ascending passion
they want me to send em tracks but i just send em LAUGHTER
Can I chime in?
I'll still be rhymin' when I'm in your hymen.
I radiate like it's '88, and I'm searching for my lady-mate.
I'm a hunter-gatherer; a cunter-latherer.
My dandy voice makes the most anti-choice granny's panties moist.
I do the new when the tried and true fails.
Plus I'm looking fly in my sky blue tails.
Now peel off your tube top so I can feel your boobs flop on my lubed cock.
Socks up to your calve like a chick from The Craft.
I want to put on a serrated condom and saw you in half.