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Yo, who
Yo, [unverified]
Yo, man?

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

We down in the yo

Yo, we got a

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

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

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

no bullshit?
The whole Dog squad n shit
We be eight 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 some more
Oh yes, it's just her and some y'know sayin'?

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

Aight what yo?
Umm
now?
Yeah, come no

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

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

Her subsequent screams seemed to
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
Invite to join in

Third One wants to hit the old fashioned style
While Fourth One says, "Don't she got 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 spirits
Will later wash away all traces, of their ill spoken
And complacent and then, like their minutemen, predecessors
Lude, aggrandized endeavors, end up rough

'Cause neither one of them could keep that shit up
Corrupt, one steps to her
Hip hop just to
he gonna impress 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 in a death cunt clutch
He falls from the force of her tight pussy punch
Just like the rest of sorry ass bunch

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

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

It seems she just good pussy and time
On dudes like number Seven, who ain't learned their
He to enter the flesh divine
By dropping a kind of semi-sweet

"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 jumped in and then, he
Got and found in her Tart Canal

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

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

And then, she speaks, Your shrieks of horror me bliss
I admit the thought that I could shred your tips
With eight quick 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 tell me what, my name?