Nakhamuna

Nakhamuna see shed, the loin in public Cover your bed, don't let open Nakhamuna be man, away from pubic Nakhamuna young lad, make yours history Your tongue drips gossip, that let for dress Nakhamuna your wail, is just a mystery Nakhamuna Nakhamuna keep, kiddish for the less Nakhamuna young dad, Bridon calls dad For yours a sarcastic, you wail he cries Nakhamuna not mad, what went bad? Nakhamuna feigns stoic, you’re out of boys As now you're penned, Nakhamuna take charge I think were you cut, long threw your lid Incoming challenge accept, don’t just dodge Nakhamuna now spit, a man full of weed