Dismal Flavour Taste

I like differnt faces,
the taste of differnt races,
Pisses me off when guys think their a John,
Makes me wanna vomit and call up their mom
Ive got a lack of mental health,
But all they want is to cum in my mouth,
You look at me like my legs are callin\'
When i want send them marchin\' like Stalin,
I know they want me to suck them off from dusk till mornin\'
Run their hands down my body,
yeah, even my friends
rock like from begining to end
Even while i sing this song,
There lookin\' at me waving their tounge

This verse goes out to the boyz online,
give a smile, you really think im fine?
Dont bitch at me to pose in your magazines,
Or tell me how i look in differnt shades aqua green,
Put away your whipped cream,
Dont think i dont know,
When you go to bed you close your eyes,
imagining your fingers in between my thighs

Perk up your ears and listen,
Get out of that fake position
No, dont show me your hard,
I dont wanna see how far you can shoot in the yard,
Dont tell me shit like, it was your heart i stole,
Cuz i dont care anymore, there, now you know