I Aint use To Calling You Bitch

I aint use to calling you bitch
But you want to hear it from me.
Many men have done you wrong
But baby I’m a modern made of
An old fashion wonder in the fairest sex.

Lady woman, my penis is a pen
That writes your name in sperms
And these lost sons caught in the tip of a rubber
Are all ways ready to swim toward the
Egg of tomorrow.

You want me to call you bitch
But it’s a bullet that I can not spend
I will not war with you with words or hands.