The girl is like a sharpened blade.
Whores don't ever, make the grade.
Not one for hidin', but I want this hid.
Got a bunch of folks, gonna flip their lid.
She ain't a kid, but she ain't grown.
That special hell, gonna be ma' own.
Scrunched ma' balls, yanked at ma' heart.
Left me livin', guess that's a start.
Let's me talk with her sometimes.
'Bout guns n' blades n' dumb ass crimes.
Ma' tongue gets dry, ma' gut gets tight.
Screwed up too bad, to make it right.
Ma' girl is like, a sharpened blade.
No other, ever,
makes the grade.