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Yo, who
Yo, [unverified]
Yo, whattup

Yo, whassup
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
I used to knock off

Word how she be
Oh yeah, she's swingin' like 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 that?
Yeah, you

Ain't no
The whole 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, just us
Oh damn, with some more jawns?
Oh yes, it's just her and some weed y'know

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

Aight time yo?
Umm
Like
Yeah, through no

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

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

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

Third One wants to hit the skins old style
While Fourth One says, "Don't she got DSL's
Make a nigga joint just swell, to think? I wanna my inches
that bitch's, berry-framed mouth"
So one goes North, the South

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

neither one of them could keep that weak shit up
Corrupt, fifth one to her
Hip hop just to
he gonna impress her

"Hey Slim, I heard you was a 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, mid thrust

Seems she nameless to
Got his stuff in a cunt clutch
He fast falls from the force of her pussy punch
Just like the rest of sorry ass bunch

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

So he proceeds to poke and
With finger and wack sex slinger
"Condoms make me last longer", wrong, her
Motions of snatch, detached from the situation
'Cause his pre, pre,

It seems she just wastin' good pussy and
On dudes number Seven, who ain't 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 like an ocean do you right and make your spin"
So he jumped in and then, he
Got lost and in her Tart Canal

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

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

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