Sleep

I'm a lyricist with the wickedest rhythmic flow,

making hoes drop to their knees pleading with free blows

with my catch phrase "that's how i roll"...

hose down these hoes as she works the pole...

reason why my dick grows and grows...

Ohh no... Now she's using her toes!

Now shes covered in "snow" and froze,

stuck in a pose all exposed,

so i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

as i woe cause this hoe shows promise

but doesn't know the crows grew

in numbers as her body decomposed.

A law suite arose to enclose my flows,

flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

so i writ some notes help you compose,

now you can't sing or rap, that's a fact,

stumble on back before i attack

with your full name in a rap.

Bitch slap you till you snap

cause the fact is...

I hate woman!

I can't tolerate the venom

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

but wait... hate is a strong word, so i rephrase my debate,

I don't date woman.

Once a date, then comes a plate and i can't operate,

sick of the bait, sick of falling through the gaps in the grate!

There's no wonder i feel this way, always in a state,

you woman are cray, BUT HAYYYY! I'm here to fucking slay.

Serve you on a tray, but may i present to you a possible way

out of this word play? ... NO! i'ma dump your body in the bay.

Kay Kay kay... Not the Ku Klux Klan, just a ruthless plan

to brand, with both hands, hope you don't misunderstand.