here's my day 2 piece gents. I will feed the verses in a couple of hours.
Firstly and foremost my bitch has a sore throat
Doctor said she was lying, I locked that witch in a wardrobe
You've ditched your slutty act and wonder why I didn't like you
I've said bitch, ditch and witch, shit what else is there to rhyme to
At least it's not generic beasting how I be dope
Talking shit that we know while falling into weak flows
Its cliche, to display your power trippin' egos
I guess I'm no better talking about how she never deep throats
And how I meet girls and have them out of their blouse
They go down on the couch, my sperms drown in their mouth
Astounded how their coward spouses found all this out
Within a minute I was on the pavement down for the count
With maximum embarrassment but minimal hurt
But Crash has now established an unpredictable verse
With multi syllable words and punchlines over your head
I'm over my girls too, hers were mediocre at best