I'm not done talking about bitches.^^^^
Your girl and my balls play quidditch... on call,
she's like a trojan's form... i just rib it.
she squeaks n' squeals about how weak she feels
since, apparently, she's squirting from how deep I drill.
Peep, not at my peak, and you can't sweep my heels.
So Chief, get out this beef, you'd either get beat or killed.
Cuz I don't slow up on a geek, I'm too sweet with skills.
I'mma schitzo in threads, in ya head when I speak fa real.
No one knows me, so I'll let you down easy.
Come lousy at me next time, morticians cutting a three piece.
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Ahem.
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