icksmayd bitches listen to u flounder like fishes i get so vicious down with sickness I fuck bitches but only if they turn my crank i smoke dank and i drank fuck boy shit is my forte I'm a master when it comes to the foreplay you and your boy are so gay your music won't play on the other hand my shit can ask sheridan hes my number 1 fan finese the plug still my number two jam high as giraffe tounge eyes stay low like a Asian break you off so good give you hip displatia I'm a beast it's in my nature give in to the low tones of my voice admit it my bass make your pussy moist you try to deny but got no choice intent is under played just like #yup falicular I can write all my wrongs but it seems to particular my motives are spectacular test my vernacular I'll bend the air like a singular solitary can't confine my creative mind no need for a rewind eventually my old tracks play back still smoke like a chimney when I'm on my street slack I'm not offended if you hate my dis track critics ain't shit to a real Mac looking dumber than he could have ever gone call me the parsemon don of this dementiom feels like I got dementia everything is surreal I must be on the drugs while this fine chick is flailing on rugs good thing we don't shoot up the drugs cuz nothing would be important but a buzz it is what it was history repeats itself so I chose not feed In to the