World Champion

World champion, been at the top for so long, I am bored, I need a companion, doesn’t need to be strong, one to teach these bitch ass niggas to keep their panties on, If you got bush I’ll cut you down to size cause I mow the lawn, you think you on my level, how amusing, yawn. World champion son, a Bible of achievements, I bless you with my words, just one of my endowments, head to head with me is enough to make you lament, aloud, rueing for that last encounter, I’ll give you another chance, beat you and then discount ya. Winning is a vocation, it determines the location, top when you need directions, cause I go hard like an erection and I never stop, all night, all day, banging the competition like a drum, flow intoxicating like rum, dick game sure to make her cum. World champion, I make every woman go numb, drooling saliva from the mouth, I make them go dumb, south, I decimate the cookie, she can vouch, hospitable to let her sit on my face like a couch. For that win, I am a louche, willing to do anything, so I pounce, on that jelly ass, smack it till it bounce. World champion, charisma flunked the test, it’s on steriods, grounded like center of gravity right on your loins, unusual and abnormal, magnetic and opens doors, better than a key, style buzzing and a stinger like a bee. World champion son, look at the girls, look at the section, a sparkling example of winning, change them up like underwear cause we ain’t done sinning. Devour your heart like Lector cause I am a cannibal, command the pussy like Hannibal cause I am a general. Coins underground like minerals, we never flash, we wait for you to disappear then we splurge the cash. World Champion, we have all the gold, history books rewritten and we becoming old. Everyone is beat, on their ass like a seat, they can’t stand the heat. Professional winners, there isn’t anything we haven’t done. The list of competitors is none. World Champion son, the best of the best, you wanna be a pest, we’ll dispose of you, it ain’t a quest.