Little Dongs Bitter Wrongs
I live with intelligence scattered and rare
don't follow the trail but I'll find my way there
easy to hate and used to the challenge
the easiest target inclined to expunge
more attractive less brains
testosterone games
the little are bitter driven by motive
target the better feeling unnoticed
not games which I play
yet still come my way
people smoke weed
unfulfilled don't succeed
think their superior
selfish inferior
what you do for them
they think they do for you
manipulate themselves
then call you delude
either deluded and so far excluded
or two faced and rooted to thrones God included
never on your side and tell you you're wrong
subconsciously moody at your bigger shlong
cus men feel it harder than the women inside
when it comes to your junk and the difference in size
treat you how females treat prettiest females
attack when your backs turned and b***h in great detail
and you can take their side and help them along
but their mind like their dong is weak and not strong
I'm sick of men hating me because of the size
I wish they'd all get lost and just get a life
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