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Yo, who
Yo, [unverified]
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, nice to talk
Sometimes I used to off

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

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

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

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

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

what time yo?
Umm
Like
Yeah, come no

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

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

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

Third One wants to hit the old fashioned style
While One says, "Don't she got some DSL's
Make a nigga just 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 complacent faces and then, their minutemen, predecessors
Lude, aggrandized sexual endeavors, end up

neither one of them could keep that weak shit up
Corrupt, one steps to her
Hip hop clothed to
Think he impress her

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

Seems she nameless to
Got his stuff in a death cunt
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
Talkin' smack at that saying, "Girl, 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 she just wastin' good pussy and time
On dudes like number Seven, who ain't learned lesson
He to enter the flesh divine
By dropping a kind of line

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

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

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

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