I heard there is something uncool
Which is actually untrue
People say you are a wincher;
That you seek pleasure, any horny man’s quencher…..
A gold and fortune searcher;
Companion to the blessers and a semen rencher!
But I don’t want to judge u, coz am only a researcher
And I could tell from the go, only that you loved was adventure
But it turned into a bad venture
And so you signed up for an indenture
And got pulled down by this clencher or that back bencher
(He is your fan, so don’t be a blencher)
Wipe off your tears, coz a rencher doesn’t be a drencher
Look to your responsibility, as you undergo this aventure.
So I heard Stories about you
And they are few…..
They say your fortress is in casinos and a shebeen
Since you turned eighteen
And that you cast off your emotions and your dream
To find comfort in drugs with high content of caffeine
To kill your stress, you turned yourself into any man’s sex canteen!
This is a tragic, unforeseen
You dare turned every single Fridays in to a thirteen
Feeding men of all ages with content obscene;
Entertaining sin, setting the morality on fire with your wicked gasoline!!
So this is just but a single story of you,
I’ts all but true…..
Your heart paints red;
But love is blue.