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Yo, who
Yo, [unverified]
Yo, whattup

Yo, dude?
is the Black 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, nice to talk
I used to knock off

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

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

no bullshit?
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, it's us
Oh damn, whassup with some more
Oh yes, it's just her and some weed sayin'?

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

Aight time yo?
Umm
now?
Yeah, come no

I the voyeur, peer, as she her, ritual
Paying sexual ties for few and
Words of admiration, translation ass, lines of trash
Spewing from first one's lips
That beg for pussy that make his dick go quickly 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 and lotion knees into the floor
And take it in, that sweetly ass like a real pro whore"

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

Third One wants to hit the skins old fashioned
Fourth One says, "Don't she got some DSL's
Make a nigga joint just swell, to think? I sink my inches
Into bitch's, berry-framed mouth"
So one North, the other South

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

'Cause neither one of them keep that weak shit up
Corrupt, one steps to her
Hip hop clothed to
he gonna impress her

"Hey Slim, I you was a spinna sit on up
Top this thing, dick, and work it like a winner"
the quickness 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 from the force of her tight pussy punch
Just like the rest of that ass bunch

Now, here comes Six, to add
His shit to the mix
Talkin' 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 finger and wack sex slinger
"Condoms me last longer", wrong, 'cause her
Motions of snatch, however from the situation
'Cause his pre, pre,

It seems she just wastin' pussy and time
On dudes like number Seven, who ain't learned their
He wants to enter the divine
By dropping a kind of line

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

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

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

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