Untitled Song
• Written by Da_negatior
Punch in his stomach, leave him in the toilet
Nigga gotta a bug, so he can’t stomach this
To much intel, he gotta neglect his own stomach n shit
Fuck your bitch in her sleep, I ain’t in the housing shit
Put her on a one night stand, now she in the house
Lookin’ for the doctor someone give her sexsomnia
Come on knock on the wood, only he knows what he put in her (haha)
Mother fucker, sexist as a bitch, bring the sexism out of him
It’s just the a battle between the sexist, between his legs
And her legs they get fully exposed, fully erected, no control
Like a one time contract for a day, don’t get hectic, no remorse
Of course, she plays slapstick clappin’ tryin’ to clap pin, cussing for the cure
Currently, no pedicure, this bitch controlling his soul
But what console does she have to make him con souls
To make him need counseling for days, stop trying to reconnect
I don’t need you to connect whore, what you want sleep number four
Don’t call her phone, she’s destruction who would’ve thought, that his dumb soul
Though that this was his soulmate so mating is a spiritual motivation (seriouSLY)
