Reasons Unknown
It's all a figment of your imagination
my whole vision is pure contemplation
I'm only half of what you see
None of what you heard
I'm married to the game
but i'm fuqing the spoken word
the asss and tits just for distraction
they give the perfect ambiance for fatal attraction
i wanted you to fall in love
i wanted you to want to fit between my hips like a hand fits in a glove
if the mic was a dic i'm masturbating it
given my best head using just my lips
the stage is the bed you want to lay on with me
but as big as my ego is i'm just as horny
I don't really want you as much as you think
what i really want is to fuq fight you with paper and ink
i'm using you for ya lyrics and you don't even know
don't take it personal i'm just a poetry hoe
Don't make promises that you cant keep
i don't want ya promises i want you to challenge me
you can have me phonetically i will be ya trophy
make me close doors and draw curtains like i'm going to confession
i want a standing ovation when we get through with the freestyle session
the reason is because i love ya mind
to me mind fuking you is as good to me as it would be to you if you hit it from
behind
i love all the energy and creativity you put me in a daze
if i were to run out of ink you'd get your chance to lock me up in your sweet sweet
love
for days
the reasons are many but the chosen are few all i want to know is this good to
you?
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