Black Poetry : AN ILL RIDE

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  1. MADDRAPPER

    MADDRAPPER Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    AN ILL RIDE

    Attack goons and rookies eat macaroon cookies they
    Cream my tongue drink extreme rum like bookies on payday
    Taste fine other waste rhymes try to get a point across
    They should anoint my boss schemes like Dianna Ross
    Supreme with Baby Love girls got gravy and hugs off
    Top my dome I plot in hot chrome leaving the spot
    Going home pass by trees and tall shrub, all thug rock
    In me even a doctor can see I’m hyper than a viper alarm
    My body is an Americanize fixture characterized by mixture
    Of Hip Hop and rip shop and ole girl lips gonna kick pure
    Her body a variety of heat like society street but sure
    Sweet she come bold sit on my console her body allure
    Me in the club, loco sluts are like coconuts their shell hard to break
    Loose but great juice one you enter but I stay away discard and escape
    Them, got my head right stopped to the red light oh she just gave
    Me some sprung tongue wanted to cum right there plus I crave
    For the juice in the cooch after the smooch girl really got flave
    Oh she got some concern cream the light turn green hard to behave
     
  2. MzBlkAngel

    MzBlkAngel Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    spicy flowing enjoyed the read...flow on.....
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    wow!! man this was hot and deep
    tyte scribing MADD
     
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