Black Poetry : In an unoccupied space but have hot fried lace like chicken wings boys be licking my thing they s

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  1. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    May 11, 2006
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    In an unoccupied space
    but have hot fried lace
    like chicken wings
    boys be licking my thing
    they say it's KFC
    and for deft of me
    don't know
    and won't go
    in their car
    aware of the bar
    and the DJ
    as he play
    hit after hit
    and git to master it,
    a slow dance
    usher in the romance
    a chance in EBONICS for a girl to get tongued
    on phonics and hung
    oh my panties be wet a lot
    and they get hot
    my hydraulics scatter
    but my breasts are solid matter
    so they suck them
    it hard to duck them
    because they sticking out
    it get sickening no doubt
    how boys talk to them and think
    girls don't see that blind stat wink
    their eyes girls stare at guys
    where they mind be at
    in the bed I guess
    they undress you with their eyes
    have to be aware of your pies
    when kisses soar and flies,
    my perfume is bold
    so I assume the role
    of beauty queen
    booty so round and lean
    so I enjoy the fuss and jive
    but a boy just arrived
    I must strive
    to get away
    I'm so wet today
    HE SAY” “BOO I know you got phat pie to enjoy
    and that alone can satisfy a boy
    and stats fly from here to Hanoi
    you a red bone
    and we can head home
    soft yellow skin
    which is a mellow trend
    now this is Black Hip Hop
    coming with facts in tiptop
    condition walking in them flip flops
    in VIRGINIA BEACH need a sincere girlfriend
    and it appear to begin as the world spin,
    want strong math
    as I walk along a path
    to add numbers
    and glad to get to see hummers,
    got thunder in my flow
    as it undergo
    just vocab to nation
    to add to life,so boo I'm ready for action
    some what like FREDDIE JACKSON
    and “You Are my Lady”
    and we'll go to the bar like crazy
    want you to be cake and wine
    after I create and design
    words the ballistic queens
    use there body and artistic means
    to get boys, your breasts got me shook boo
    and your dress look like its new
    let me get a notebook and write to you,
    my lethal rhymes
    are like medieval times
    keep folks confused
    got deep quotes in the news,
    I go to class with this
    it's my last wish
    my past do twist
    not going to the bar with these
    so gonna give you the car keys
    stable in the street
    unable to speak
    grabbed a bagel start to eat
    looked at her lips can't depart this sweet
    ”NAW PLAYER my panties very hot
    in my cherry spot
    it carry a lot
    of cake so I remain unique
    a dame sweet on the street
    through terrific dealing
    using specific feeling
    boys sniff it sexual healing
    to drop a hot load of kisses on these boys doorstep
    but gonna need more help
    ask the right questions
    using slight aggression
    and a polite expression
    spread a menu
    then head into
    a specified direction
    wreck pies with affection
    my heart scream
    because this is part of a scene
    to a groovy movie where as you ask for some cake
    but the task has become great
    even though a dumb fake may take a break
    this is a dumb circus
    for some purpose,
    I have cake of course
    but don't take by force
    a lake is the source
    for wetness
    and I can't forget this
    regret the kiss
    that brought me here
    taught to be sincere,
    oh a yellow Soul Sista have to duck mess
    boys wanna suck my breasts
    I'm fine and soft
    but took time off
    to be with boyfriend
    and by this time
    a kiss was on my mind
    go play around and flirt
    and this lay the groundwork
    for a date I'm astound but alert
    we met in class
    now it's a wet task
    you became a threat fast
    oh how do I get pass
    this? I start to flirt
    and it's like artwork
    the photos on the walls
    getting some loco calls
    from boys for real this falls
    in the category of begs yall
    I'm wet and absurd
    and boys use a set of words
    to whisper sweet nothings in verbs
    this is Black Hip Hop in VIRGINIA BEACH
    I'm cute with cake
    and like a soup plate
    boys wanna scoop me up
    then shoot hoops corrupt
    tonight galore pies
    a sight for sore eyes
    have to hear more lies
    at KROGERS time flies
    because I'm a phat queen
    here at the scene
    and boys wanna pat my lean
    hips and kiss my lips but no
    trust my fate
    and must escape
    so I'm here equipped for shopping
    while my round hips hopping
    and could really be lip locking
    oh he gazed at my breasts
    and tried to raise the best
    conversation that can score
    oh gosh he was jest telling me stuff
    but its really a wimp act
    if you attempt to contact
    me in front of my boyfriend
    so you best be off enjoy the wind
    my patience getting thinner with you
    well I guess this is an interview
    we can go to pop eye have dinner too