40 for 40

My T.O.E's screams like an old female, nagging on what I be feeding myself.

Though it's probably the foxy Proxy that's got me beating myself.

Both hands tied behind my back still achieving the climax.

For 40 days and 40 nights, I hijacked Bill Nye's tie-bow and then released it into the wild.

I'm trying to repopulate this watch, have it mate and make wrist watch babies as I Rick Ross ladies.

Just take me back the Hades as these crazy aliens are making me rap with pains that are stagey.