No, I don’t want your man,

he’s short and he’s scrawny.

No, I don’t want your man,

he has a flat head and itty-bitty feet.

No, I don’t want your man,

just because I’m a virgin

don’t mean I’m desperate.

No, I don’t want your man,

I only talk to him because he talks to me.

I would talk to you

but you standing on the sideline

looking like you

been crunching on a box of rocks.

No, I don’t want your man,

he’s yellow and thinks he’s the shit.

I like my black men well done,

crispy and charred,

looking like tar.

NO! I DO NOT WANT YOUR MAN!

He a good for nothing mofo.

I heard he wouldn’t even

hold the door for you

when he made you carry all the bags.

N - O

I

D - O

N - O - T

W - A - N - T

Y - O - U - R

M - A - N!

You better look up,

I just texted Lil’ J

to have his dad, Big G,

write it in the clouds for you,

but you still won’t understand.