"...I shoved up all up in her trachea, her legs and thighs/
Time flies, bang-bang, skeet, and left my kids in her eyes..."
"...Bet the hoe won't complain bout the blow, and the brain/
She hold 'se-men' like a Navy submarine..."
"...Niggas try to cake 'em, but I just drill they walls/
Hoes stuck, to my nuts, like a sweaty pair of draws..."