It's not your rhymes I'm questioning. It's the ass backwards shit in your mind that's upsetting. See,
you're gay for those antics. Because perfect would be her gurgling skeet while making that sandwich.
She can pleasure my dick while you pleasure her clit. Not at the same time, I mean separate and shit.
I'll call her when I need to release semen. You can call her so you feel needed.
Sorry? Word. But you never did diss me. You just insulted my clever wit senses
with your lesser pen fitness.
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