Ant the Rant Status:
I couldn’t love this chick, it’s a trick she’s a flirt, yeah she got a lot going / pink lips and a short skirt, color contacts in her eyes, Yeah I’m surprised, wanna get rich get your fix from another guy, cause you…
S-A-double-V said:
She a Sex-in-the-City - a bangin' body, a Soul worthy of Pity, Lookin' hella' shiny, but her flavor kinda' shitty. The hocus-pocus, I refuse to buy it; I need a deeper focus, from the Queen I CHOOSE to ride wit'...
Ant the Rant said:
wit a smile that disarms, she's in-and-out of his arms, with no regard for whom it harms. red flag alarms, when you suffer through her charms.
S-A-double-V said:
She a self-esteem bandit, Pobre Cita, raised without her Ten Commandments, left the Righteous Path abandoned. Coulda’ had a man Lovin' her cum, wit' his tongue, while he speakin' Spanish.
Ant the Rant said:
...but those days vanish, into thin air. Yeah, I've been there, but I shoulda never went there- in the summer that I spent there, sittin’ in the middle of a distant square, pretending you weren't right there, vacant with a distant stare.
S-A-double-V said:
I awoke like a sleeping Giant; realized that by the glitter of your visage, I'd been blinded. Your heart had never been mine-it, succumbed to the needs of your Soul's petty whinin', immune to Grace, and pridefully defiant.
Ant the Rant said:
defiant, self-assured, and un-reliant, memories lost, cut-off... my heart, like cardiac science. your highness, rough roads ahead, words said, were just whispers in bed, spread like wildfires, rising higher, than the thoughts in my head. so here's to wishing you were dead, and a another sip spilt, without guilt, to livin life with no regret.
S-A-double-V said:
No regrets because time is never wasted; knowledge is power, so the Future, I embraced It. I scraped you off the bottom of my Soul like a Mistake-it's kinda' cold, no matter how I tried I couldn't sate shit. All I can do, is thank you for baseness, and obtain My Equal, in Her appropriate placement.
Ant the Rant said:
She looks deep into his eyes, hopping to find her reflection inside,
there's only enough room for one love of her life, -and that's her.
"Tell me more about me" She asks and leans in for the answer.
Be carefull, She cares for, only if you are her financer.
Flesh for false hope, the mantra of an exotic dancer.
Parasitic cancer, asking for you to romance her,
with dollar signs, one dollar at a time, one caller at a time, there's others in line,
so she keeps her options open, well, don't bother with mine.
