Chapstick

Sit in the back of the class
Checkin' out the thottie with the fat ass
At least I have the class
To walk up and ask
Whether or not she'll blow
Like yes or pass
Already surpassed
Post that shit on your finsta again
"So..you like jazz"
Oh I get it
Drop the "j" and thats what you intended
Should I pull your new boytoy
Aside and mention
That you loved playin my joystick
Left you beggin'
Just to get that head in
Maybe it won't be fair
But this debt'll be settled
That way we don't meddle
Once he sees the videos I bet he'll
Be more inclined to ask why
Whats the point if he ain't reachin as far as I
Couple doors down you can hear the moanin'
Dont worry holmes I'm sure I was in it while she had you on the telephone
Shut down the metronome
I need to free flow
Kick this shit into beast mode
At least then it'll be thrown
Into that category of dope
Hears this shit and starts to moan
Touchin herself while shes Home Alone
Last then first name
Pesci, Joe
Mixin' this rum with coke
Pass the blunt and begin to toke
Ha! You believe that joke
Sorry to disappoint
But these lyrics are offending to me
Who the fuck do you think I am
Joji?
And I'll be sure to keep the sound down
Wouldn't want it to be a droning noise now
Suicideboys; wow
He'll just make fun of anyone who deems him dumb
You're damn right bitch
Suture that stitch
Fore I leave you with a worse sitch
Like a Jane Doe in a ditch
Mince these souls then rub em' on my lips
What? I ran outta chapstick