Quick 12: Class Act.
 

Fuck you..
..I'm still a class act when the cameras roll
Talking shit through dirty pictures on my camera phone
A body language that I can't condone, and its bones
Strategically placed on the bedroom floor, where its thrown
Careless, vogue, though she begs to differ with me at times
But honestly bitch, I watched your legs spread as quickly as lies
It should be no surprise that all men are the same
You've fucked so many of us, that we don't remember your name
you'll never regain the confidence you had as a teen
Cause by the time twenty came around, you were abstinance free
Ass had been reamed, and pussy lips allover the place
An innocent look, that needs another body to go with its face

dope for a quick write gen, just gettin some shit off your mind by the looks of it. pace picked up in the last few bars, felt your momentum was buildin at the end. Probs coulda kept going but enjoyable as is