@Bambino,
****-yeah, let's go!
19 lines with 51 rhymes so fine
Sublime, my time is, while you're fuckin with yo dick jizz
Gonna drown in it, your downing it,
Not even "cumming" up for a breath
So addicted, you treat it like meth
Wake up, the ****? Passed out on the couch
All slouched, like a hungover grouch, (ouch!)
In a hotel, with that ho's smell, I can tell
You need to rewind, unwind, and find, confined
Thoughts that made you forgot,
that you smoked all that pot, damn, dirty rot
You got, ta avoid gettin caught, by the fuckin cops
All over the spot, but I can't make you to blame
I also might go down, in flame
Prayin for fame? Most would find that **** lame
But I see it as treasure, together
Hopin for pleasure, and dollars for good measure
It takes two, to lose, looks like we fit
Spit so much ****, it's "true grit" against a bitchtit