Black Poetry : she was a BLACK SOUL SISTA need an exact bold mister to kiss her lips get cake reminisce on a wet date her panties no doubt wet but she out of debt i

[rhymebad]

the bed screech.
as he gives a misled speech
wow he knows great multi rhyme.
no straight poetry lines.
so gone home.
that don't make it to microphones.
that just brain wash a chick.
his words could squash a brick.
oh, sticky underwear.
bring thunder down there.
oh, a girl spread a map.
while in the bed trapped