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Yo, who
Yo, [unverified]
Yo, whattup

Yo, whassup
This is the Ill
Oh, G?
Y'know, yo

We in the studio yo

Yo, we got a

Yo, is she
Yeah, live
Sup wit
She's just, nice to talk
I used to knock off

Word how she be
Oh yeah, swingin' like that y'know it's on
Oh,
I called a couple other and shit y'know

Aight, who else, who else, who widdit?
I mean she widdit that?
Yeah, you

no bullshit?
The whole Reservoir Dog squad n
We be eight deep, oh aight, word
So on down, it's on yo

Aiyyo it's it's just us?
Yeah, it's us
Oh damn, whassup some more jawns?
Oh yes, it's just her and some weed y'know

Fuck other shit
it, aight, bet, what the?
Y'know, for real, for real
Word, yo so come

what time yo?
Umm
Like
Yeah, through no

I the voyeur, peer, as she her, ritual
sexual ties for few and untrue
Words of admiration, translation sucker ass, of trash
Spewing from first one's unskilled
That beg for pussy tricks make his dick go quickly limp

She pimps her as Second One demands
Entrance the back door
"Bend over bitch, you this is what you were born for
To dig those and lotion knees into the floor
And take it in, that spread ass like a real pro whore"

Her subsequent seemed to praise
Sent messages of pleasure and pain to his fuck brain
But her screams masked at his dumb ass
As he comes, then third and fourth one just as dumb
Invite to join in

Third One wants to hit the skins old fashioned
While Fourth One says, "Don't she got some
Make a nigga joint just swell, to think? I wanna my inches
Into that bitch's, mouth"
So one goes North, the South

To places where in house spirits
Will later wash all traces, of their ill spoken words
And complacent faces and then, their minutemen, predecessors
Lude, aggrandized endeavors, end up rough

'Cause neither one of them could keep weak shit up
Corrupt, fifth one to her
Hip hop just to
Think he impress her

"Hey Slim, I heard you was a sit on up
Top thing, black dick, and work it like a winner"
the quickness he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her
But suddenly he, mid thrust

Seems she nameless to
Got his in a death cunt clutch
He fast falls from the force of her tight punch
Just like the of that sorry ass bunch

Now, here Six, ready to add
His inactive to the mix
Talkin' smack at that saying, "Girl, I'ma wax ass
And that slit so hard, you gonna be calling me God"

So he to poke and prod
With clumsy finger and sex slinger
"Condoms me last longer", wrong, 'cause her
Motions of snatch, however detached from the
his pre, pre, pre-ejaculation

It she just wastin' good pussy and time
On dudes like number Seven, who ain't their lesson
He wants to enter the divine
By dropping a of semi-sweet line

"Your honey hole so fine and mile deep, I'm gonna
Into you an ocean do you right and make your head spin"
So he in and then, he drowned
Got lost and found in her Tart

Slave to the waves, made him cum for
Eighth and One turn arise
her with familiar lies
Even familiar still, 'cause him, she used to love
But he never could quite see above, her

A of flesh is all she was, no name no face or even voice
So poised, she rises from the flame
Finally with their feeble fuck games
She smooth reaches behind her and takes aim
At eight shriveled up cocks with a loaded Glock
Parts lips, not expressly made for milding

And then, she speaks, Your shrieks of horror me bliss
I must admit the that I could shred your tips
With eight quick flips excites me, see y'all with the pussy
But I fuck with your minds, lack of soul and is the crime
This was a set up, now tell me what, my name?