A Phrase That Kills

Three minutes ****** How can something perceived special be illusive? Reality check, does it really exist East, West, and North to South they confess it Early stages is like heaven, they say Succumbing to their fleshly desire, they turn into monsters Like monster rats wondering the trashy streets Tormented by their cravings The only thing in their minds Is one round They overlook repercussions For as long as the craving is dominant Unless the craving is curbed That very moment the monster dies Like ejaculation kills libido Only the eyes will open And see how dire is their circumstances Users says the feeling is incredibly Like nibbling on your old time crush The first shot is awesome like Three minute ****** Drug Lord’s use the phrase to lure the inquisitive minds To get them hooked and turn them into their slaves Sober up, you with the inquisitive minds Three Minutes of ****** in the drug world It is a phrase that kills And bind you with bad cravings That will leave you with no hunger For success And hopelessness.