This is a very explicite poem*


im gonna hit that *****
shes gonna be gushing blood from her stitches
i can tell her whole bodies got twitches
my nine is gonna make her whine
that ***** better make my dome shine
im gonna backhand that ***
she better not **** with my head
or shes gonna be in the streets
and not in my bed
****** up a million times
wish i could take it back
but she has no right to make my anger snap and crack
my hearts burning like the hot heat of a flame
im gonna ***** this ***** up and wont have any shame
i'll admit im an angel that cant sing
sitting back and letting her do her thing
feeling weak in my soul, body and mind
got more potential then any producer could find
got nowhere in life with her by my side
but in my heart, she has left and died
now the puddle of blood at the foot of my shoes
theres no way that this far into it, i could lose
but being madly in love has its disadvantages
but for now that skanky ***** is in bandages