Signed in a manner exclusive to him,
Sealed with a breath of satisfaction, saving all of his spit,
That way suspense just builds up, flinch too hard, 2 bars get punched to the list,
Sending pictures to blind chicks, hoping they feel me, even no sights look cross eyed at kid,
And all of the mute girls think his sounds a gift, unless he's talkin bout "Shh, be quite" then they textin him he ain't shit,
But textin is the domain I'm in, I Skype em back playin my dicks a mike, and tell her speak clear or don't say shit,
Really I'm not an asshole, I just talk like this, when you look like me I'm more like bad bitch nip,
Apologies too all my sisters, but experience has taught me this, you are what you claim and if you a bitch be the head of that shit,
I like head more than no neck chicks, fuck sex I fuck a throat, worse than a codine hit,
My green supply, supplied in bundles, I buy abundances,
If you even take a smell, or a whiff of this, its gonna cost bout a zip,
(that's it so far)
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