Mr. I Fucked Your Bitch

  “When it rains it pours on cheating ass whores
That’s why behind closed doors, I’m fucking yours,
“So-so deep in her wanting pussy I drill
Causing you to catch an uncomfortable chill,

“In his heart he hates it, but she physically likes it
As they both wipe tears, they must be soul mate psychic,
“Right now your bitch has a more personal connection
Feeling her birth canal spread from my penetrating compression,

“Thinking she’s on lockdown, because she’s having your baby
But that don’t stop her from twerking on my dick like she’s crazy,
“So nine months later when she’s giving birth on a hospital bed
My dick imprint will be embedded on the baby’s head,

“Any open position she willingly gives and I adore
While her tear stained face desperately begs for more,
“With each stroke I’m going for broke
As sexual love for you is becoming lost hope,

“He may fuck her good, but I do it better
Anytime, anyplace and regardless of the weather,
“Not only to her body, but also to her mind
That’s why to get too me, to you she’s always lying,

“When she goes to the store
She’s knocking on my door,
“When she goes to work
She’s late and her pussy hurt,
“When she goes to school
My dick gets covered with drool,
“When she goes to Bible study
Now my house is sexually funky,

“When with you I’m always her desired sexual moment
Always treating her sexual needs like I truly own it,
“Afterwards she regrets going home to deal with your shit
Just a side effect from Mr. I Fucked Your Bitch.”