Fistful of wood, twisted for the good
My life’s an open book
I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook
Then write another hook in my mac book
My book case looks like a psych. room
I'm not moving like a cartoon
Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good
That the crook just took over so book
A book full of blank pages
I can teach you all the sounds of love
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material
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