Mochaswallows Sizzleen Mean/ Over the Years

I GOT A HUGE ASS and I ain’t afraid to use it. My shrink says trauma is stored in the hips I replied that’s why I have this overflowing dump truck. I’ll hit a grocery cart with my hips 'cuz I have the juicy glutes to walk ten feet. I bless you with a hard-on when I strut by on the street. My mom packed this ass in my DNA lunchbox to make all the bitches jealous of me this three-Michelin-star feast. My ass always needs to eat like Michael Phelps before a swim meet. The chef screamed, my Beef Wellington booty is raw as in undercooked 'n underloved. But I’d rather be Sashimi than well-done and sent back to the kitchen of mediocre missionary fuckboys. I stick to my pythons and nude nylons like super glue. I don’t need a lover that gaslights like a candle in a power outage. My earthquake ass snaps telephone poles and bridges like toothpicks. Yes, I blow out his flame with my gorilla ass.