Welcome to the future We are the millenials In search of greener pastures They abandon our virile sistos Who didn't sign any oath of celibacy Aren't they parking their cars at owners' risk?
They have high libidos With memerizing lyrical contents They undress your softwares And hibernate in their holy temple Helping you clean your playhead While you journey around like "Ajala"
Is it food? Yes, it is Without which we are incomplete When your better half craves intimacy And finds solace in the hands of a jobless dude The result, a cracking fireworks Stop destroring your homes
I just hope yours is yours For their mind is deeply deep Before you sue for DNA Where did the crack emanate from? Have a meeting with yourself And stop parking at owners risk
Even Animals defend their territories They mark them by being the King Are you the King of your clan? A woman has ****** needs And these needs should be met Don't **** the fire in that Damsel For you, she gave up her everything Her life...