Three Sword Style

So umm

This is a love story

We’ll, sort of

We’ll, not really
She say I’m little boy, that is murder

My boy Keith said she’s such a burger

She does petty things that’s unheard of

She hurts me even though I haven’t hurt her

It always seems that I prefer the

Bat shit crazy ones that a serve ya’

She said she has a life so she don’t need me

If you don’t see me sexually then why you tease me?

But me no cry me no river, me no boohoo

I feel no pain so no need to kiss the booboo

I had a dream that you was twerking in a tutu (yeah)

I had a dream that you were drinking up my Yoo-hoo (yeah)

That long ass corny text I sent, delete that

I swear on every thing fam’ this bitch know voodoo

Me and you should do what you and that other dude do

I’m not a hater I just want a piece of you too

(Ooo)

Cause’ she shot me down

(Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder)

She cut me three sword style

(Ooo-Ooo-Ooo-Ooo-Ooo)

Click click, pow pow

(Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder)

She cut me three sword style

(Ooo-Ooo-Ooo-Ooo-Ooo)She said she like em’ bulky I’m too puny

She said she like em’ Peter I’m too Stewie

She let me rub up on her body

Then she be like “okay stop”

Like, why you do this to me?

(STOP!)

Them blue balls you give me is a struggle

I can’t make this disappear I’m a muggle

Me and my thoughts need to get up in a huddle

Like okay how can we get this bitch to love you?

But you big ole’ booty got me mad obsessive

I squeeze yo’ ass cause’ you like that shit aggressive

I got a thing for these African girls I swear bro

Yo’ let me slide up in dim’ guts there’s no pressure

I keep texting like I haven’t learned my lesson

She reply wit’ hearts that does my ass no justice

When she see me, start caressing being extra

Pretend she wanna get the sexing

(Fuck outta here wit’ ya’ lying head-ass)

Cause’ you still shot me down

(Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder)

You cut me three sword style

(Ooo-Ooo-Ooo-Ooo-Ooo)

Click click, pow pow

(Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder)

Ya’ cut me three sword style

(Ooo-Ooo-Ooo-Ooo-Ooo)Why you always tryna’ bullshit up on me

Why you do things on purpose that get me horny

(Honey)

You hella’ petty for that you mad corny

My boy said I be looking like I be struggling when he saw me

I thought you was my Topanga and I thought I was your Cory

Oh so you’re sorry, oh na’ na’ na’ you’re just sorry

(Damn)

I need to get these feelings all up off me

(Yeah)

That big ole’ booty caught me, that’s costly

But me no mad, me no salty

(Nah)

Them weak emotions dust them off me

(Yus)

And you ain’t gotta’ fucking talk to me

(Nah)

Cause’ I don’t need your pity party

I never fear to be alone

I’d rather have my own zone

So fuck you and your chromosome’s

I hope your fake ass comatose

I hope you fall in the sea

And you get eaten by some hammer shark

I hope you get punched by a man

That turns out to be Ayra Stark

I hope yo’ asshole blow up from a lighter

From an accidental fart

I hope you shit a pop tart

And yo’ asshole rip apart

She cut me three sword style

(Ooo-Ooo-Ooo-Ooo-Ooo)

Click click, pow pow

(Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder)

She cut me three sword style

(Ooo-Ooo-Ooo-Ooo-Ooo)So um

That was my kinda’ not really love story

I’m so happy you were entertain by my you know

Misery n’ shit

Fucking assholes