Artificial Implants

Beat you with a rod
Its clear that im god
And I don't need no mother fucking security guard

Your girl has fear when I'm hard

When I am fucking her fast
She used to be tight
Well now, fuck it is vast

And it's the same as the last one
YOU HAVE NO LUCK WITH THE PAST

You can say I'm a place prick
I'll be make the bitch shave with a bic
My behavior is sick
And your bitch is craving in thick

It's the kind of angry sex where all I do is rage then the wick

Is lit

And it leads me to my enebital
explosive force

She raves in editable
She eat every couse