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
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