I may be super sweet
Yet i have some heat
A moment of thought
Yet in my mind you're caught
Like a fish on a hook
You won't see me wriggle like bait on a hook
I know your game
I know your claim to fame
Think you're so witty
Shame its such a pity
It aint working
Too bad you're slurping
In thoughts of what to do
I have my mind to think through
It belongs to me
I aint blind so i do see
Like a little mouse
I know you and your spouse
Shrieking, squeaking in and out
You need not shout
I hear
Its all loud and clear
The game you play
Yet too bad you can't mold the clay
I can sculpture
The great old picture
So its too late
You're already bait
Yet you know this is shame
Its not shame on us its shame on your game
Your lies
You'll be left in sighs
When she is left to drown in several million cries
We tried
For the love of God many nights we cried
It doesn't matter coz the backstabber
Got her sword ready to stab her
Yet who picks up all the pieces
When her hearts in splinters unable to catch the leashes
Will you then care if you died
Knowing you lived your whole life to make yours better, but oppressed everyone else's life all this game will be no use where will you end up for all you tried
You might think it might end peaceful you might be lucky coz of your children if they call you to the pond of Kawsar, but it is not their decision its their master
For your wound you cannot lick i suggest a plaster
Do the right thing and let us live in peace
Instead of asking your dominatrix to hold us each on leash
Don't take advantage
Your kids may not be able to save you much to the dismay of your savage
She is clever in evil yet not in kindness like a villain so don't let this be you and her in old age
Stop the boiled blood foiling might i suggest a bandage
