Black Poetry : Yo I itch for cake which states I’m clever at many a party but if ever

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  1. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    May 11, 2006
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    Yo I itch for cake which states I’m clever at many a party but if ever
    Anybody discover my goal it would uncover my soul and I’ll never
    Survive this jive, will be kicked to the curve if I don’t know any slick
    Words, my pride would disappear not good to collide with fear a chick
    Trying to figure me out my ambitions grown bigger no doubt need a fix
    From the sexual standpoint my plan is to anoint her with love words quick
    And this club is like a hardcore bar and what’s more bizarre is her round
    Hips and lips renown I sit down to have sips of beer up in here a pound
    Of butter do exists because her body is lickable and inexplicable yall
    Wanna grab her waist and place her lace on the bed make a phone call
    Got a perfume thirst in the universe of love girl bought her purse to the club
    Didn’t give a dern, live and learn to get plenty cake at any rate stay above
    The rim like 2pak this is true art so I keep my head up when I feel misled
    I duck, my punch lines feed cats at lunchtime in the form of chips and bread
    Stuff rip heads open like hospital surgeons, got a bubbly flow and doubly so
    When I drink champagne but a **** shame to get drunk best be sober yo
    My flow stays in those days when spirits were brave and lyrics saved the world
    Wanted to be hurling tragic using MERLIN magic and dragons puffed and whirl-
    Winds of fire appear and caused tons of strife had to run for your life the fire
    Will track you down as it attack the ground and burn grass turn it to ash, hire
    A fire truck