I'm a tortured soul raised around heathens
It's not my fault these women like demons
Honest to God, I'm a really good guy
If they want a hit I give them a try
Let's be honest they wanted bedding
None of these girls asked for a wedding
Whether it's moldy or half-baked

An offering of cake shouldn't go to waste
We were adults and they knew the deal
Panties I steal but there's nothing I feel
My heart has a shield that refuses to yield
But its kind of lonely from playing the field
I'm halaal now, no more premarital

A saint like you deserves a pedestal
My GP told me that I'm clean
Enough to rupture your spleen
You're so ridge can't you take a joke
Be happy I'm not incel or totally broke
I've been waiting to meet your folks
So when can I scramble your yolks

You have been decoded. Along with the rest of your ilk
@Abdalla,
@Ferrari @Abdi-indhoyare and
@Kodeen