Black Poetry : Put words on a truck and these nerds better duck make birds fly up lost in the sky while girls toss pie on a sexual high take vocab to the club for ac

[rhymebad]

Put words on a truck
and these nerds better duck
make birds fly up lost in the sky
while girls toss pie on a sexual high
take vocab to the club for action
grab love affection and satisfaction
have larger writes
and they like harbor lights
shines while winking
my rhyme style is thinking
ahead and prepare the bed
for a chick,
need luck and chemistry
to help a corrupt ministry
“NAW PLAYER it's a word industry
her breasts renown
but she keep her dress down
she flirt from the start
so its a work of art
and maybe twerk in the park
she have to make sure
her cake is pure
she clever galore
and like a weather shore
boys from ships come
toast and sip rum
and then float a boat
“OK BOO around and about
he's going down town no doubt
put on a gown and shout
female friends
are like whale Finns
they stick you
need a chick that's true
this is bold and raw
and like a hole saw
this cut metal
eat chocolate chips
and like rocket ships
ready to take off
girl your cake is soft
concern with the frequent rent
that kicked off a turn of events
her salad ballistics
like valid statistics
boo you a brown Soul Sista
with brown sweaty thighs
this love crisis
has made the club the nicest
place to be he want lace free
OK boys want cake
so they destroys, reshape
and change words on a date
her breasts renown
and she keep her dress down
she flirt from the start
so its a work of art
and maybe twerk in the park
she have to make sure
that her cake is pure
she clever galore
and like a weather shore
boys from ships come
toast and sip rum
and then float a boat
“OK BOO around and about
he's going down town no doubt
put on a gown and shout
female friends
are like whale Finns
they stick you
need a chick that's true
this is bold and raw
and like a hole saw
this cut metal
eat chocolate chips
and like rocket ships
ready to take off
girl your cake is soft
concern with the frequent rent
that kicked off a turn of events
her salad ballistics
like valid statistics
boo you a brown Soul Sista
with brown sweaty thighs
this love crisis
has made the club the nicest
place to be he want lace free

 

[rhymebad]

OK she strut butt
and stay up with luck
she's a RED BONE
and boys kiss her and head home
because of her skin tone
this boy has a TOYOTA with hype
he also has a motorbike
so lace is her source
and for boys it's a race course
he need a cap and gown
because his rap is renown
especially to an academic ceremony
no limit to the phony
about graduation
and congratulation
strange rules
made her change schools
that made a magnificent difference
in her life, graduates reshape and
create new ideas for the future plans
on the way if she join a street group
that just heat up the soup
she's trying in class
boys lying in the past
can't take them at face
value, now above the rim wearing lace
she thrill with perfume
he will assume
they in an affair
“LOOK BOO you desire to flirt
but that bring fireworks
into the night sky
like fourth of July
and I might get pie
girl your panties keep damp
and like city street lamps
they light up at dusk
big regret watching cox
took a cigarette out the box
grabbed a pen and begin to write
animals are nice
but like a mechanical device
catch some by surprise
a beast has status
but its only a piece of apparatus
which is a computer
some itch for a tutor
her car made
to go the arcade
and play whack-a-mole
these computer pop-ups
has become hot and corrupt