I cannot blame all the shit that you're saying
On your two brain cells or the low IQ
Or the way you was raised, and the no values
You're an open alcoholic, like a Dave Matthews
And if so, then I do
Got a thing, on the mind
Bet you're primed to pick apart
So you're mine, and you're spineless
The virtue in blindness is mindlessness
So much for the righteousness
Bullshit, choke a bit, back-throat dick
Take a thick prick where the sun don't shine
Four on the floor like the swine that you are
And a six sec cum like your ass on Vine
How you gon' say that you're in your prime
You really gon' suggest that the stars aligned
I'm inclined to believe from the grime and the streaks on your face
That your ass been crying
Lil' bitch