Wait, you were raping up until now?

I thought you were just on your period, but wow.

You call me fake, then copy my style.

I kinda liked the broke down version of 8 Mile.

There are plenty of crowns at Burger King.

On the plus side, they’re free, no need to sell your “bling.”

You’ve run out of **** moves, I wanna see what’s next.

Infact, I can’t wait, send it to me in a text.

Don’t worry, you have the number, it’s your mother’s cell.

Does (312) 558- 2657 ring a bell?

By this point your reading, and your soul is crushed.

Your crumbling foundation, now turns into dust.

Go now, grab those fishnet stockings off your shelf.

That 5 pounds of weed ain’t gonna pay for it’s self.

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