Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
They say theres plenty fish in the sea
This road.....never seems to end
Might as well get it off yo’ chest
I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case
I remember clearly the moment we came face to face
(victim screaming in the end)
See, you're my best friend
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
My rap has now come to an end
And any connotation is viewed many ways
All over like a bukkake face
He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis
I tried counting sheep, but there's one i always miss,
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