I’m lucky to have loved the linker to my lord.
God opened the doors of heaving for my port.
After everything I’ve done and my days in court.
I’m just glad I didn’t staff that little pork.
Don’ get me wrong I would’ve enjoyed that, sport.
Not anymore though, but looking back I can still hurt.
Just try to get to my level and you’ll find my shirt.
It will be filled with your blood for being a flirt.
All that will be left from you will be your skirt.
Bitch ass, motherfucker, pussy, piece of dirt.
Deep in your throat I bleached.
Right before about our relationship you snitched.
But sometime after you became a bitch.
Remember when one day you gave me that itch.
But in my relations in my memory for you I reach.
No one can pull a head like you can, that nice,
and no one can hide better than you, dirty mice.
Come out, come out yas, and I’ll give you a price.
Rhymes are great look at it twice.
You will find the two next to one like dice.
