"let me feed this nigga a few lines.
Let me manipulate, tantalize, and tease this
boy with these sultry words of mine."
I'll stuff him with truth so thick that
he'll never see through the lies.
"I want you for your mind"....while I really
just want him to lick my chocolate thighs.
"Baby please don't hurt me"... as if I
really give a fuck.
I'll make him feel like he's sittin' on top
of the world, that sittin' duck.
If he thinks I truly believe I'm his
solitaire, he's more gluttonous than I thought.
What a waste of menu space, his words of
flattery, his time was spent long before it was bought.
Like a fish too minute to cook I'll throw
him back to his used up hussy.
From jump he didn't want an order of my
mind, like the rest he wanted pussy.
I give it to him. I nurture him with a
placebo for making love.
I even whisper "you're the best", knowing he
never will be and never was.
He chokes at my words to him as I
relentlessly walk away from this code blue.
When instead I reiterate to him that this
was just an appetizer not a feast for two.
