fuck you peter

--- If it's Tricia, I got her in the bag, no doubt, Icy moves, we're about to go forty rounds, My style's so strong, she'll feel it with a bang, Hold her tight, ‘cause when I come, it's gonna be a blast, If you don't keep up, I'll be ahead of the game, She might even drool, caught up in flames --- Peter’s in the shadows, but he’s never in the game, Talkin’ big but he’s just playing for the fame, When I drop my lines, he’s left in the dust, Can’t match my fire, his skills are just a bust.