Iron Fist

I rule with an iron fist. I smirk as I crack my whip I light one up swaying my hips. I see you softly lick you lips wanting a taste. Sorry bad boy this is not your saving grace! I put my hat on and slap you state make you want to do a double take. You thought you gonna get some tonight. Sorry pretty boy I’m not that kind. You look me in the eyes as you realize how much you fucked up this time.