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Yo, who
Yo, [unverified]
Yo, man?

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

We in the studio yo

Yo, we got a

Yo, is she
Yeah, she's
Sup wit
She's just, real nice to
Sometimes I used to off

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

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

no bullshit?
The Reservoir Dog squad n shit
We gon' be eight deep, oh aight,
So come on down, on yo

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

Fuck some other
Fuck it, aight, bet, what
Y'know, whassup for real, for
Word, yo so through

Aight time yo?
Umm
Like
Yeah, come 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 unskilled lips
That beg for pussy tricks make his dick go quickly limp

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

Her subsequent screams seemed to
Sent of pleasure and pain to his fuck tainted brain
But her screams laughs at his dumb ass
As he quicker comes, then third and one just as dumb
Invite themselves to in

Third One wants to hit the skins old fashioned
While One says, "Don't she got some DSL's
Make a nigga just swell, to think? I wanna sink my inches
Into bitch's, berry-framed mouth"
So one goes North, the other

To sanctified places where in spirits
Will wash away all traces, of their ill spoken words
And faces and then, like their minutemen, predecessors
Lude, sexual endeavors, end up rough

'Cause neither one of them keep that weak shit up
Corrupt, one steps to her
Hip hop clothed to
Think he gonna her

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

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

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

So he proceeds to poke and
With clumsy and wack sex slinger
"Condoms me last longer", wrong, 'cause her
Motions of snatch, however from the situation
'Cause his pre, pre,

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

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

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

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

And then, she speaks, Your shrieks of bring me bliss
I must admit the thought that I could shred tips
With eight quick flips me, see y'all fuck 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?