"scribble...scribble...."

                 ....scribble....scribble  ,  scratch....scratch....
      "Words don't mean shit" , i wouldn't say that......
                       But a bitch would.
                           Cause a bitch could.
           Be all a bitch can be......
                                            ....she still be that bitch from the hood.
                      "In bedrooms....
                          ....maybe carved in Wood...
Tatted across her tits.....
                                  ..;"PAIN is LOVE ,
                                                             SO LOVE it GOOD".

                         SCRIBBLE...SCRIBBLE.../.....SCRATCH......SCRATCH.....
                  More often than not.....
                                                 ....I sin slow & hot....
                 why are the flames across my skin....
                                           ...different than the ones across my heart.
               No more can i show her ,
                                              how great it taste to hold her.
                Now days i just make her....
                                              .....do as i say while we play , i choke her.

                                "Scribble---Scribble....Scratch That....
                           i can measure the product ,
                                                  and never have to touch it.
                            I can pleasure your treasure ,
                                                   and 'whatever' your subject.
                    Cross-breed your hit-list......
                                                         ...with 'Fuck You's' and 'Forgiveness'.
                                   Say 'yes' to your 'needs'.....
                                                                      ....and let ME feed off your intentions.