Haterade the gator, the Florida Gator...
Let's motivate her motor, and the aftermath.
To equate like math, this is her craft.
And to ballpark heart to heart, she is mine.
In due time, the dime piece, one above nine.
To align, because she is fine, and more than that.
The Samuel Shaft that's on her ex's ass.
To lend a helping hand, I'm her new man, this the puzzle piece.
And havin' to peace up, peace down, at night we don't make a sound.
To perfect her brain, and mainframe, she does the gigabyte.
And the first bite at the new Ruth's Chris.
So ur surprised she didn't snitch? And now she's the bitch?
And ur confused on the female dog, ur new American Idol.
To do the recital, so ur the Wiley Coyote.
But enough is enough, to do the too tough.
With ice in her veins, but you like it rough?
To do the too much, to overload ur heart.
And ur valentine ended up bein another's Los Angelas Spark.
To leave the suit, and the Tony Stark.
And now I smell blood, the Great White Shark.
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