CHRISTMAS #1 RHYME my corrupt fate had me up late on Christmas Eve In a blue dress with true breasts, guess a guy duty is to believe I can supply booty to him, so I’m a fly beauty they try retrieve Like dogs do bones they wanna screw me at home when mom’s gone My red lips accommodate kiss hips create twists soft like foam So hot down there juice, around everywhere panties wet and strong Candies get sewn in stitches hormone itches they’re homegrown Sex slop thrill like a hot grill have a pot filled with goods So men have a deft spree like KFC they be fingering and could Be licking the chicken at the same time sex tame a mind Oh brother I know mother will be surprised when she find Me waiting for Santa “girl what up? “Go to bed” oh no I dread This, “Mother I wanna see Santa” oh no dear not in a mini-skirt red You’ll put plenty dirt in his head just go to bed I said” “mom you misled” “oh girl you just nineteen juicy coo-chee have grown fat and brown But you’re not ready and hot enough for a Christmas sweaty **** going down Deep in your juicy bold coo-chee hole Santa will go crazy in your gravy girl” “But mother can he lift my dress get a wet gift to impress him? I’ll bravely hurl Coo-chee back to him but dear what you know about men? “I know a lot I know they get on top and drop **** inside and ride RHYME the talk was hot With mother good santa woogly tyte christmas drop nice drop enjoyed wonderful drop Mad Right on, baby, keep it comin. thanks for the props on this one yall for real back in da mix santa is !!!!