I feed her a blunt, throw on the "Quiet Storm".
She repeatedly cum, consistently all morn'.
And she needed 'cause funds up in the purse not growin'.
Bitch, beat it; my one's you gets none (Nada).
To feel she's treated as if a Playboy'll play her dumb.
I skeeted so bitch, your Playboy is on the run.
Deleted the bitch; outta direct connection.
Thanks for calming' down my erection, hun.
(lest I remind you... rather, inform you that it only takes a hair trigger to turn a spell to a curse; antagonize wisely)
-so mote it be
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