Handcock
Hancock
She says John Hancock or get a handjob
She met many who payed to play and then kicked rocks
Text messages and back scratches
A missionary, In and out addresses
Picked out good mattresses
You get what the balance is
She juggles a few who she has by the jugular
You could scram or flip, she\'s good with the spatula
Gotta admire her
Her love is spread like wildfire
Pieces of her left leave a trail
That circles back to a time when she was frail
When she failed to fight and ships sailed
Touching how at 6 years old she read loves brail