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Superdick
I was layin’ in tha bed with my hands in my drawers watchin’ porno flicks behind closed doors. Scene with a girl down on all fours then I fell to rest and dreamed about the whores. Visions I had far from ordinary nothin’ but big breast women feedin’ me berries. I was legendary last African virgin single Mandingo nature quickly emergin,. Incense burnin so was tha thai music supply by tha great blowfly.  Suddenly I.  Was startled by my old earth scolding me screaming me out over tha blue movie. Told me to hurry and get rid of it while I was schemin on some vagina lips. So when she went to church later that evening I called up a choirgirl and started the proceedings. Told her to come over jumpin’ Jehovah she saw a horny ghost cause I was all over.  Her body.  A yo I didn’t wait played tug of war with panties but didn’t penetrate. She finally escaped and ran down tha hall when I met those niggas, what nigga’s? Blue balls. Chorus. Yeah now I’m dazed walk around sex-crazed tryna get a piece in 9and a half days. Naa didn’t work feelings was hurt came out of a hole sceaming on a hole under your skirt. An expert pervert she called me jerk-off so I did it all over her cloth. Linen, I was sinning’ skinin’and grinning’ till Sharazad Ali taught me about women. It was youth sex confusion me and my man’s in a van cruisin’. Something for tha choosing’ out on the strip chargin’ a hella grip for something explicit. She put on an exhibit and my jimmy got rigid did it on a back street what a cool 2 minutes. Now the feeling’ was right so was I wrong shiiii glad she had that red dress on. Strong perfume match the stench of the dug out I feel cheap used and strung out. She make my sperm come out with the monkey in her mouth no doubt super hoe ghetto orgazmo. Chorus. Flashin’ tha girls on the subway to Venus collect #’s to the spot I could hide my penis. I’m a genus cause I got mad game huntin’ game baby, baby what’s your name. It’s all the same incase you didn’t answer above cuz the modus operandi is to get in your pants love. No strings attached just fuck like a jackrabbit no one can save you when I cabin stab it. Face don’t matter neither the body so long as I can slide up in the slim hottie. Parties at my place girls get in free specially the young ones I turn ‘em on to me. Strip search ‘em at the door this is how it all starts I fuck the highest g.p.a. down to the retards. Body parts consume my thoughts picturin’ ya mama in some biker shorts. Now she’s taking ‘em off I bust off on stretch marks and didn’t give a damn bout her child’s broken heart. Smart enough to know when to go too far she was so young suckin’ in the back of the car. Face was on a carton body on my dick said it ain’t Halloween but you could turn this trick. Chorus.
Smoking a joint.
My photo album contains the big picture incantatory rhyming recited like scripture. I’m a fix ya right on up dedicated to the art of moving butts. Your rocking with the best diggy dung deluxe might rent a tux to dig out the brides’ guts. It don’t take much for me to scrap the slut not preacher pork chop watch me pimp strut. Or stroll hot buttered soul Greg Nice signed the graph g.o.l.d gold. Titles I hold for being the most anticipated and being the star everybody impersonated. Aggravated artistry you want a piece of me maximum effort minimum risk no mystery. History repeats itself till I rewrite it and when I do ain’t none of ya’ll invited. Don’t get excited I canceled your reservation be in a far better placed called cremation. One nation under my shoes subliminal views choose when innocent people do nothing their bound to lose. So regroup have some hip hop chicken soup for soul open up and start to troop. My age is my strength and my strong arm violate and I will do you wrong with harm. Slap you like a bear or Grand Master Chief you’ll be spitting out the bloody stumps of your teeth. I keep it brief you know straight to the point walk through the eye of a needle smoking a joint.