She arrives with a “Wassup”

Follows with a run-up

Hostile bloody touch-ups

Causing such a dust-up

For those neglecting the hush-up

Knuckle, pistol, blade for the nut-ups

When she throws bodies into twisted up

Everything is tits up

She’s that Belle wilted rose that rose up

When shit tends to bubble up

The Beast within thrusts up

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