PMS. Yeah I said it. And what? My guts be churnin, my migrane is turnin, my pussy be yearnin, an my ass be burnin. Like the gut cramps ain't enough, I get some nasty ass irritable bowel syndrome around that time of the month. My back aches, my legs ache, my head is poundin yo. An' a lotta boys think that this mean free reign on a bitch. They think this is the week when they be gettin with all the head they can handle....cuz we apparently owe it to them an' shit. Bitches, you NEED to check your man on this BULLshit. This isn't a free pass to non-reciprocal pleasure muthafucka. My boyfriend is gettin a lil' antsy now roundin' bout the 3rd day into it. He's wanted his lil' man tended to. Guess what bitch! Your balls an' emptyin them is that LAST fuckin thing on my mind. Get down, what? Who you tellin? What you NEED to be doin is get a bitch some CHOColate and then you need to worry bout gettin the fuck out my face for 5-7, bitch. —Don't Trust Anything That Bleed for 5-7 and Don't Die; I WILL Shank U