a poem i wrote for my online gf

Uhh, and she don’t need romantics
Fucked on Discord, e-love antics
Huh, and she don’t need slow dancing
She gon' dance to this shit, huh, e-love anthem, uh
What’s that shit, now what’s that shit?
Oh that’s that new Savage Ga$p, hoe bump that shit
Now why these goth women wanna come and bust that shit?
Cause I’m the king of the fucking pumpkin patch, bust down crypt, yeah
Huh, you looking sad as a bitch, and I’m just chillin' with my bros,
pocket fat as a bitch
Man, huh, I never cap on a bitch
The only time I really talk is in a chat with your bitch, huh
Huh, she finna come for your neck
She said «He only smoke mid and his room is a mess», yuh
Huh, she in the mood and I’m stressed
She told me «Choke me harder», I’m like «Damn I’m doing my best», yuh
Huh, boy, she on that freak shit
Paying for your dinner with them feet pics
Damn, she finna drop that dude
I heard he live in Wisconsin, dick game weak, shit
Off the purple shit, needle of hoes
And I be stomping on these rappers, huh, Weedle ass hoes, huh
Bitch you know I got the Beamer in gold
They wanna talk, I just keep it short, I’m beatin' a chode, yuh
Louie V logo on the skin up on my nutsack
Balenciaga runners on me, that’s why she runs back, huh
Yeah, I know she love that
Drop an F4 in the chat when she fuck back
And she don’t need romantics
Fucked on Discord, e-love antics
Huh, and she don’t need slow dancing
She gon' dance to this shit, huh, e-love anthem, uh
What’s that shit, now what’s that shit?
Oh that’s that new Savage Ga$p, hoe bump that shit
Now why these goth women wanna come and bust that shit?
Cause I’m the king of the fucking pumpkin patch, bust down crypt, yeah