Whether you hate me, love me or fear me, I'm on your mind at a constant rate aren't I? It's so fun for me to watch you break and crumble at the sight of my perfect fat ass..or is my alluring waist? Could be my insatiable greed and how pretty money looks in my hands or how lethal my tongue can be when it's time to strike. I use your lust and emasculate your ego. You're so triggered by me that not a single over thought carries weight in your fucked up head anymore. I want you that way. I love you so fucked up for me that thinking beyond my inviting eyes feels like a punishment.