I’m telling you from the jump that I ain’t about shit, and you won’t change it.
I’m not trying to meet your family and kids; you know what it is.
I’m not trying to wax your floor; woman, I’m trying to make you my dirty little whore. And, don’t try to play like you’re some prude that hasn’t moseyed on down this road before.
So, you see: I Am unscrupulous at my core.
You’re either going to love or hate me; there is no in between; I’m freaky and mean.
You already know what I’m about, but you insisted upon venturing into my illicit pond!
You’re exposing your tits, ass, and clit — now claiming — you don’t do freaky shit.
I must be having a V8 because there’s no way you’re trying me like this in my place.
Dropping your little bait in my rough high seas: you’re trying to finesse Ole Reecie.
I already told you that I don’t do that fucking friendzone, so get ready to jump on this chocolate BBC-challenged bone.
Perk your lips up, too because those plump things are about to get introduced to my mini dude.
You’ve dealt with mega cucks and tricks if you think you’re not going to part ways with some dick on lips and tits, bitch!
P.S. If we exchange numbers, and you play like a prude, I’m immediately hanging up on you.