"It ain't nothin to cut that b*tch off"
Am I wrong for liking that song?
Because truer words have never been spoken
A heart that's been broken
as many times as mine
has got to grow cold at some time
And here I am
Cold
Ruthless
No disrespect to women
but if you not about adding value to me
then the scissors have to appear
Sometimes this requires a spear
or a sword
Whores will never be associated with me again
The Noah in me has arrived
I'm striving to be a king
and a good king
has a great queen
I believe I've met one
So peasants and pretty wanna-be princesses
get lost
You might think you're a queen
But I'm witnessing one now
And it's that one unloyal and unroyal trait
that has gotten broads cut off
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