This is a song about "Sex machine"

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

And in love with her, lets have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I call heads, but i get sex/

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic