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Yo, who
Yo, [unverified]
Yo, whattup

Yo, dude?
is the Black Ill
Oh, G?
Y'know, yo

We down in the yo

Yo, we got a

Yo, is she
Yeah, live
Sup wit
She's just, nice to talk
I used to knock off

Word how she be
Oh yeah, she's like that y'know it's on
Oh,
I called a couple other heads and shit

Aight, who else, who else, who widdit?
I mean she widdit like
Yeah, you

Ain't no
The Reservoir Dog squad n shit
We gon' be deep, oh aight, word
So on down, it's on yo

Aiyyo it's it's just us?
Yeah, just us
Oh damn, whassup with more jawns?
Oh yes, it's just her and some y'know sayin'?

Fuck some shit
it, aight, bet, what the?
Y'know, for real, for real
Word, yo so come

Aight what yo?
Umm
now?
Yeah, come no

I the voyeur, peer, as she begins her,
Paying sexual ties for few and
Words of admiration, sucker ass, lines of trash
Spewing from one's unskilled lips
That beg for pussy tricks that make his dick go limp

She her innocence as Second One demands
Entrance through the door
"Bend over bitch, you know is what you were born for
To dig those soft and lotion knees the floor
And take it in, that sweetly spread ass a real pro whore"

Her subsequent screams to praise
messages of pleasure and pain to his fuck tainted brain
But her screams masked at his dumb ass
As he quicker comes, then third and fourth one just as
themselves to join in

Third One wants to hit the skins old fashioned
While One says, "Don't she got some DSL's
Make a nigga joint just swell, to think? I wanna my inches
Into that bitch's, mouth"
So one North, the other South

To sanctified places where in house
Will later away all traces, of their ill spoken words
And complacent and then, like their minutemen, predecessors
Lude, sexual endeavors, end up rough

'Cause neither one of them could keep that weak up
Corrupt, fifth one to her
Hip hop clothed to
he gonna impress her

"Hey Slim, I heard you was a sit on up
Top thing, black dick, and work it like a winner"
With the quickness he got his all up in her
But suddenly he, stops mid

Seems she to 'cuz
Got his stuff in a death clutch
He fast from the force of her tight pussy punch
Just like the rest of that sorry ass

Now, here Six, ready to add
His inactive to the mix
smack at that saying, "Girl, I'ma wax that ass
And stick that so hard, you gonna be calling me God"

So he proceeds to and prod
clumsy finger and wack sex slinger
"Condoms make me longer", wrong, 'cause her
Motions of snatch, however from the situation
'Cause his pre, pre,

It seems she just wastin' good and time
On dudes number Seven, who ain't learned their lesson
He wants to enter the flesh
By dropping a of semi-sweet line

"Your hole so fine and mile deep, I'm gonna leap
you like an ocean do you right and make your head spin"
So he jumped in and then, he
Got lost and in her Tart Canal

Slave to the waves, him cum for days
and last One turn arise
Plys her familiar lies
Even more still, 'cause him, she used to love
But he never quite see above, her mound

A pound of flesh is all she was, no name no or even voice
So poised, she rises Phoenix from the
Finally bored their feeble fuck games
She smooth behind her and takes straight aim
At eight shriveled up cocks with a loaded Glock
Parts lips, not made for milding dicks

And then, she speaks, Your of horror bring me bliss
I must admit the thought that I could shred your
With eight quick excites me, see y'all fuck with the pussy
But I fuck with your minds, lack of soul and is the crime
This was a set up, now me what, what's my name?