Hit the shot, 3 points the goal.

An Asiatic Negro is in her soul.

All for show, the demand is high.

Looking to score a nice looking guy.

All else fails, the drip, the drought.

Looking for love, releasing all doubt.

When to shout, she looks to yell.

The body hit with light, it then is frail.

What is sold, is when she buys.

The soul that's lost, she turns into a guy.

Look to fly, she doesn't abide by shit.

A sniper head shot, the enemy then hit.