She doesn't even deserve my poetry, what she deserves is, uh-uh

yea, here we go
yo 2 the beat of
the rumpled still skin
like crumpled mats
and Persian rugs
she lays like the rug burns
on her raptured ass

bitch, I know when you laying
you ain't really laying
but being layed out

and that's old like old news
not old like old skool
like you ain't cool but read it in a book
master
and margarita sucks my ass

and look here, see
 that ain't heresy
and yo mama know,
that you ain't no maiden
--man, you better believe she ain't no maiden

and her papa knows, but he can't ever let know
yo--ya, feel me?
Bitch has gotta go and get schooled
by her Professor Teachers