The plight of a rapper or whatever
And don't ever (and don't ever)
And don't ever (and don't ever)
The only time i flirt with her
And their mothers and fathers
Talking of the gods you serve
Thunder and clouds amaze and peer
She shift my gears and whispered in my ear
And a fridge and some broccoli
But five years from now i bet she see
So dunn stay silent
Social conditioning and
And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and
As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
And once i'm dead and gone
My sim card's the bomb
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