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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, live
Sup wit
She's just, real to talk
Sometimes I used to off

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

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

Ain't no
The Reservoir Dog squad 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 with some more
Oh yes, it's just her and some y'know sayin'?

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

Aight what yo?
Umm
now?
Yeah, come no

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

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

Her subsequent screams to praise
messages of pleasure and pain to his fuck tainted brain
But her screams masked 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 old fashioned style
While One says, "Don't she got some DSL's
Make a nigga joint just swell, to think? I wanna sink my
that bitch's, berry-framed mouth"
So one goes North, the South

To sanctified where in house 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

'Cause one of them could keep that weak shit up
Corrupt, fifth one to her
Hip hop just to
Think he impress her

"Hey Slim, I heard you was a 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

she nameless to 'cuz
Got his stuff in a death clutch
He fast falls from the force of her tight punch
Just like the rest of that sorry ass

Now, here Six, ready to add
His shit to the mix
smack at that saying, "Girl, I'ma 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 longer", wrong, 'cause her
of snatch, however detached from the situation
'Cause his pre, pre,

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

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

to the waves, made him cum for days
Eighth and last One arise
Plys her with familiar
Even more familiar still, 'cause him, she used to
But he could quite see above, her mound

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

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