Poetic Justice
• Written by YCG
YCG's Notes
Rebecca was a girl that broke my heart in the 7th grade. And she was honestly a slut... Also, if anyone wanted to collab...
I really like your assets,
Turn around, baby girl, let me assess,
And maybe access,
Maybe have sex,
Gotta get this, off my chest,
I'm under duress,
Lift your sun-dress and let me give you my next heiress,
Fuck them needles in a haystack,
Fuck them needles in a haystack,
You are harder to find than a Galapagos turtle on a racetrack,
Or a black man near a Klan park,
Fate is fatale and she got back,
I'm sorry if I offend and,
I'm lying entirely with that,
I really wanna know ya,
But mostly really wanna bone ya,
And I never claim to own ya,
And I'd never, ever wanna stretch ya,
Fuck, your name is Rebecca,
Shit, I gotta disown ya,
Ho, pack your bags and your pads and your ass,
And leave back them great gazongas,
This is what momma told us,
That all these bitches is Horus,
But maybe if I Set with the right type,
Then these glances won't be Isis.
I hear that them relations rule the nations, men can tell,
But I couldn't never know my wrongs, 'cause I sent them all to hell.
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YCG
Member since April 14 2014