Black Poetry : LIKE I SAID QUIT HATING BEHIND THE LINE STEP UP AND RHYME SHOW US SOME HIP HOP LOL

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    LIKE I SAID QUIT HATING BEHIND THE LINE STEP UP AND RHYME SHOW US SOME HIP HOP LOL

    HE SAID:

    This begin funny try win money this morning a brisk warning
    That I may get lucky but can’t let CHUCKY in, I’m not adorning
    His role in CHILD PLAY but it is a wild day went to that store
    the SEVEN ELEVEN on KEMPSVILLE AND INDIAN RIVER galore
    so boss and complete here across the street is ACREDALE SADDLE
    I try prevail rattled like a snake paddle canoe on lakes in SEATTLE
    My car motor hot I need a soda pop now a Toyota stop I adore
    folks wait for tickets we converse and kick it too hot to ignore
    My motto is hit the lotto if I can one gift I understand and soar
    To rich status I itch for apparatus like BENZ drop tops to adore
    Have to apply myself and try for wealth so I’m on KEMPSVILLE
    AND INDIAN RIVER ROAD try deliver a load of luck and try build
    My pride and be chilling with a million, nuts will back up off me
    I could grab a cup of coffee and chill,they killing me softly
    With hate at a bossy rate, I write clear quotes that hit near
    The throat but don’t fear folks no severe choke holts so fear
    Don’t exist but hope do, this cause no defects in speaking
    Direct in seeking a chick my mainframe freaking, brain leaking
    When in a plane keeping my seat belt fasten this task earn
    Buckle up safety, in the car drive without collision and learn
    To arrive at decisions like committees in cities and try turn
    Things around, it maybe crazy dumb and corrupt but I’ve come
    Up with a bold answer to a pole dancer be a romancer from
    Another world let your butter swirl booty and breasts a cutie
    At best your duty is to caress a boy’s mind and like HOOTIE
    AND THE BLOW FISH lonely and “only wanna be with you” boo
    Infidels chill, well-skilled with verse but the sex work of an expert
    Could change the picture and rearrange fixtures of complex dirt
    Now see a chick and I have to be quick a girl with butt just tore
    My world up the love facts I prefer must get in contact with her
    Can’t put this off her foot steps and kiss so soft tonguing will occur
    toast in my vicinity wanna be in close proximity of her lips in
    case a kiss take place be in reach of cake and lace juice drip then
    she’s a daughter in perfume and in order to resume in the store
    need some love talk, have a divine itch at a time which a bore
    is not accepted butter is domination in further conversations
    sex is a mental start and a essential part of life in combinations
    want sex galore and the ENTERPRISE is next door remember
    I rent a car and went far hugged up wit a chick last December
    She had on a mini-skirt with plenty flirt she had booty and breasts
    A cutie with the rest of the world behind her our wheels burned
    Some ground I turned on some sound chillaxing and maxing learned
    A lot in other words she had mad butter absurd can clutter a nerds
    Eyes praise to the phrase “I love you boo” her thighs open the birds
    Sing tweet tweet to the world wow this is a sweet girl with a unique
    Curl in hair and now she say “oh I’m so hot down there” jest heat
    Ok boo we gonna stop somewhere and eat but really need bed sheets
    To be complete this would go well to a hotel she can fix men with
    A mix blend of love and kisses and grant thugs wishes very swift
    Lips red in a wet skirt I wanna spread her network like TV channels
    Hope to be able to handle the feedback and proceed facts and candles
    For the dark in the car start by kissing her lips not missing the drips
    Of honey there its funny but aware of juice splashes riding in whips
    Shackle in bling enough to tackle a king and boo got her thighs
    Open and pies smoking I lies hoping to get some for real realize
    It’s not easy although her pies hot and greasy like fried chicken
    I’ll take pride in licking her KFC biscuit mission twisted watch ticking
     
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