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Yo, who
Yo, this
Yo, whattup

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

We in the studio yo

Yo, we got a

Yo, is she
Yeah, she's
Sup wit
She's just, real to talk
Sometimes I to knock off

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

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

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

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

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

what time yo?
Umm
Like
Yeah, come no

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause neither one of them could keep that weak up
Corrupt, one steps to her
Hip hop just to
Think he gonna her

"Hey Slim, I you was a spinna sit on up
Top thing, black dick, and work it like a winner"
With the he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her
But suddenly he, mid thrust

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

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

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

It seems she just good pussy and time
On dudes like number Seven, who learned their lesson
He wants to the flesh divine
By dropping a of semi-sweet line

"Your honey so fine and mile deep, I'm gonna leap
Into you an ocean do you right and make your head spin"
So he in and then, he drowned
Got and found in her Tart Canal

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

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

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