Black Poetry : Like kids in matching outfits I'm snatching nitwit brains jest to get my game across and anoint the

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  1. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Like kids in matching outfits I'm snatching nitwit brains jest
    to get my game across and anoint the lame and lost with best
    map and oh yes this rap is a recap of flavor from head to chest
    see a girl with buttons on her dress all of sudden her breasts
    were poking lots of milk in hot silk wow time to holler and do...
    some love talk, “look boo got a hood flow should we go to
    the store and do shopping your body popping during a renown
    strut with that brown butt girl you like sweet punch in town
    we can eat lunch let me drink your love and think about the club
    no doubt I'm in love right here in Virginia Beach, love ignite hugs
    with friction and invites tradition, fights with ammunition and scrubs
    are whack boo a kiss sprung consist of tongue and love talk above
    the rest love your breasts I'm here to speak some dope jive jest
    to keep hope alive”, “NAW PLAYER I know I have sweet lace it best
    I jest keep my pace the streets is a place I don't want to be it test
    my will power as boys thrill to shower me with love talk and a nest
    of promises trying to get some jest a wet hon with magnificent cake
    tossed in a different state when kissed then reminisce it taste great
    that's why I flirt but gonna have to leave I'm late for work” “but boo
    your phone number” naw think you want sex and wine wait until next time”
     
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    What's the title of this?
     
  3. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    lol give it a title I don't just a piece of art off top of the dome
     
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    whatever you call it the piece was off the hook bruh! tight write rhymebad
     
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    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    THANKS RICH HAVE TO KEEP ON DOING IT
     
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    LOVE JESUS CHRIST

    Like kids in matching outfits I'm snatching nitwit brains jest
    to get my game across and anoint the lame and lost with best
    map and oh yes this rap is a recap of flavor from head to chest
    see a girl with buttons on her dress all of sudden her breasts
    were poking lots of milk in hot silk wow time to holler and do
    some love talk, “look boo got a hood flow should we go to
    the store and do shopping your body popping during a renown
    strut with that brown butt girl you like sweet punch in town
    we can eat lunch let me drink your love and think about the club
    no doubt I'm in love right here in Virginia Beach, love ignite hugs
    with friction and invites tradition, fights with ammunition and scrubs
    are whack boo a kiss sprung consist of tongue and love talk above
    the rest love your breasts I'm here to speak some dope jive jest
    to keep hope alive, want pie and sex boo wanna lie next to the rest
    of your body, this justify an action crust and pie for satisfaction
    dust fly during fatal attraction ask GLEN CLOSE phat fraction
    don't add up need mad luck to figure this junk even TONI BRAXTON
    want me to “just be a man about it” now I'm seeing exact by being
    in contact with your lips kissing and reminiscing hope on slopes skiing
    undo ropes freeing my love for you boo, got a host of back rubs to
    girl you got cake and butter to display and can't wait another day boo
    a scholar with a plan and snatch dollars from hands girl let me holler
    and expand our love affair, so I lead in the game use love talk to collar
    a dame, so girl you fine want your world to be mine hair in candy curls
    lots of time, but today you a stony female with a pony tail that may hurl
    me to a phony trail and be like a dawg sniffing around I rather be lifting
    your gown while we home alone, now gone give me some my mind drifting
    away right here in Virginia Beach, my sincere quote is near your throat let
    me kiss your neck are you on my list let me check boo your boat float wet
    your love is twisty, fishy and wishy washy don't squash me with your love
    I bet your kiss have taste a brisk race like a track meet or bracket leak a hug
    means a lot and your cream is hot, I'm an expert and there's a sex alert
    you in a complex skirt lose my mind on the next flirt, hips move and work
    girl you all chocolate and like a wall socket let me plug in and do some hug-
    ging I'm plumb loving your lips and hips fine flip my mind like flap jacks, rub
    them thighs with lotion pies soaked in oceans you have class and romance
    which is a vast expanse your love gas got me in a trance there's a chance
    I could fall in love and be all up in the club, walking and talking with you
    I'm ready and amazed eyes has a steady gaze these days my game true
    I'm the right thug and like alight bulb I shine bright when my rhyme tight
    never nickel and dime so girl let me get you fresh cabbage I'm not a rabbit
    but got a plot to grab it like PETER COTTON TAIL EASTER BUNNY


    “NAW PLAYER stop don't hound, I'm hot and brown you suggest
    I drop down my panties but nope, feel I must duck like the wheels
    of a truck you're rolling with phat desires and no flat tires a kiss reveals
    stuff, maybe crazy fury and friction under the jurisdiction of a love affair
    tragic not swell fell under a magic spell like SLEEPING BEAUTY the air
    stale and my hair prevail it's a fairy tale the pressure too much to bare
    you're mesmerized impressed over my pies but less surprised like snare
    drums this has a beat rum-a-bum-bum know I have sweet lace it's best
    I jest keep my pace the streets is a place I don't want to be it test
    my will power as boys thrill to shower me with love talk and a nest
    of promises trying to get some jest a wet hon with magnificent cake
    tossed in a different state when kissed then reminisce it taste great
    that's why my cake on flirt must leave I'm late for work” “but boo
    your phone number” “naw think you want sex and wine wait until next time”
    whew! He almost talked me into giving him some boys smart but some
    of them dumb, I remember I sitting in this boy's lap he enjoy this crap from
    a sexual standpoint because he plan to anoint my lips with kisses I thought
    we were gonna be talking about my boyfriend, I'm a raw female and bought
    paper at home to draw a scale of my body structure and my party culture
    is HIPHOP, you flow well but like AL WILSON “show and tell” on the sculpture
    of love, oh my this could be a long ride with kisses on all sides my thighs
    brown, smooth and fine think he's gonna lose his mind and pride with lies
    he told me I was cake crumbs and he wanna take some home I was surprised
    now a chick hot can't leave he had more tricks up his sleeve and was hypnotize
    oh I'm so wet down there you can place a ship but my lace may rip I can taste
    the script in his love talk, he had plenty in store we not talking about my
    boyfriend anymore, jest other stuff I'm buttered enough but for real I try
    not concentrate on my hot cake this boy plot take center stage oh by by
    but couldn't leave my thing was jest pudding that he shouldn't squeeze
    said “aw girl your thighs soft look into your eyes I'm lost so boo please
    let your wet pies be tossed in my mouth here in the house don't you tease
    me” I felt a true breeze under my dress that's when I realized my thighs
    are open and lies choking my ears, hot kissing and not listening to the vibes
    of the CD beat can't spin my luck I'm gonna end up tucked in bed this describes
    hormones to the fullest, anyway got plenty to say my body honey like beehives
    it was a wonder at best when he tried to put his hand under my dress stop!
    Oh I'm so hot down there, my dress already up so I'm stuck he's gonna pop
    some hot stuff in my ears then huff and puff it appears oh enough until my head
    clears oh he jest kiss my lips right there on the sofa lips so red thinking bed
    he said “girl you a chocolate chip jest let my rocket ship do it's duty and that
    is to take off” “ oh my juice spin you not leaving any loose ends” he rubs my phat
    brown legs I made a renown pledge not to do this but my thighs and pies was
    there he's aware, words so smooth couldn't swerve or move just open prey cuss
    “I think I got to pea I'll be back” “Okay” but no way I sneaked away and ran

    THE END
     
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