[Adonis]

Bump your body, get crunk and naughty
That’s your ass? clap that bitch until you’re lost…then found me
Flip that switch, get drowsy
Smoke a spliff and dry heave
Become a gift of my dreams
Not tied down by my genes,
But tied down for the love of…
What’s inside of my jeans
Come on, like me…
Exciting writing
But you’ll never be just like me,
Although you’re try-ing
Twisting rhythm into arithmetic
Folding sentences into a censorship
A raging fire burning inside of penmanship
Captain obvious capsized, come…watch him ending it
If your wrote for purpose instead of rhyme on surface
You'd still be worthless but you might have a shot at being Adonis