Heat a stone with shock fluid,
not too much,
just enough,
just so you blow gas out from your past life,
temperature turnt up,
for one Red Reason,
I'm sick, scared and sad,
How about,
Rocks on Cognac,
Red Red Wine,
40 ounces of **** you be,
how high you claim yourself,
just ask Toni Braxton to Un-break your heart,
for the lies they brought in and truly you died out-of-sight
like a sucker punch.
Take the crunch of a peanut and raise your voice with the silkest spread of  butter,
no clutter,
just you my brother.