Reasons Unknown

It's all a figment of your imagination my whole vision is pure contemplation I'm only half of what you see None of what you heard I'm married to the game but i'm fuqing the spoken word the asss and **** just for distraction they give the perfect ambiance for fatal attraction i wanted you to fall in love i wanted you to want to fit between my hips like a hand fits in a glove if the mic was a dic i'm masturbating it given my best head using just my lips the stage is the bed you want to lay on with me but as big as my ego is i'm just as horny I don't really want you as much as you think what i really want is to fuq fight you with paper and ink i'm using you for ya lyrics and you don't even know don't take it personal i'm just a poetry hoe Don't make promises that you cant keep i don't want ya promises i want you to challenge me you can have me phonetically i will be ya trophy make me close doors and draw curtains like i'm going to confession i want a standing ovation when we get through with the freestyle session the reason is because i love ya mind to me mind fuking you is as good to me as it would be to you if you hit it from behind i love all the energy and creativity you put me in a daze if i were to run out of ink you'd get your chance to lock me up in your sweet sweet love for days the reasons are many but the chosen are few all i want to know is this good to you?