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Phone* dialed and rings [1] * He-Llo [2]? Yo who this [1]? Yo this [edited] [2] Yo whattup man [1]? Yo whassup dude [2]? This is the Black Ill [1] Oh whassup G [2]? Y'know yo, [1] What [2]? We down in the studio yo [1] Word [2]? Yo we got a jawn [1] Yo is, she live [2]? Yeah she's live [1] Sup wit her [2]? She's just real, nice to talk Sometimes I used to knock off [1] Word how she be swingin [2]? Oh yeah she's swingin like that y'know it's on [1]! Oh word [2]? I called a couple other heads and s tity'know [1] Aight who, else who else - who else widdit [2]? laughing *[1]* I mean she widdit like that [2]? Yeah you know [1]! Ain't no bullshit [2]? The whole Resevoir Dog squad n s titwe, gon' be eight deep [1] Oh aight word, [2] So come on down it's, on yo [1] Aiyyo it's it's it's just us [2]? Yeah it's just us [1] Oh damn whassup, with some more jawns [2]? Oh yes It's.. just her and some weed y'knowmsayin F? k**some other s tit[1] Fukkit aight, bet, what, the Y'know.. whassup for real for real [2] Word yo, so come through [1] Aight what time yo [2]? Umm [1] Like now [2]? Yeah come, through now [1]! Peace [2] Peace [Ursula! Rucker] I the voyeur peer, as, she begins her ritual, Paying sexual ties for few and untrue Words of admiration translation, Sucker: a lines**, of, trash Spewing from First One's unskilled lips That beg for p y***tricks that make his d k**go quickly limp She pimps her innocence as Second One demands entrance Through the back door "Bend.. over b h***you, know this is what you were born for To; dig those soft and lotioned knees into the floor -- And take it in that, sweetly spread a like** a real pro whore" Her subsequent screams seemed to praise Sent messages of pleasure and pain to his f k**tainted brain But her screams masked laughs at his dumb a As** he quicker comes then, Third and Fourth One just as dumb Invite themselves to join in Third One wants to hit the skins old-fashioned style While Fourth One says "Don't, she got some dsl's make, a n anusjoint just swell To, think I? wanna sink my inches into, that bitch's Berry-framed, mouth" So one goes North the, other South To sanctified places where in-house spirits Will later wash away all traces of, their ill-spoken words And complacent faces And then like, their Minutemen predecessors, Lude aggrandized, sexual endeavors end, up rough Cause neither one of them could keep that weak s titup Corrupt Fifth, One steps to her Hip-Hop clothed just to think, he gonna impress her "Hey Slim I, heard you was a spinna -- sit on up Top this thing black, d k**and, work it like a winner" With the quickness he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her But suddenly he stops, mid thrust Yvette *Smalls' pager goes off Seems* she nameless to 'cause got, his stuff in a death c clutch*** He fast falls from the force of her tight p y***punch Just like the rest of that sorry a bunch** Now here comes Six ready to add his inactive s titto the mix Talkin smack at that Saying "Girl, I'ma, wax that a and**, stick that slit so hard You, gonna be calling me God" So he proceeds to poke and prod With clumsy finger and wack s slinger** "Condoms make me last longer ",wrong cause, her Motions of snatch however, detached from the situation Cause his pre pre pre-ejaculation It seems she just wastin Good p y***and time on dudes like Number Seven Who ain't learned their lesson He wants to enter the flesh divine By dropping a kind of semi-sweet line "Your honey hole so fine and mile deep I'm; gonna leap Into you like an ocean do you right and make your head spin" So he jumped in and then he, drowned Got lost and found in her Tart Canal Slave to the waves made, him c for** days Eighth and last One turn arise Plys her with familiar lies Even more familiar still cause, Him she used to love But he never could quite see above her, mound A pound of flesh is all she was no, name no face or even voice So poised she, rises -- Phoenix from the flame Finally bored with their feeble f k**games She smooth reaches behind her and takes straight aim At eight shriveled up cocks with a fully loaded Glock Parts lips not, expressly made for milding dicks And then she, speaks Your: shreiks of horror bring me bliss I, must admit The thought that I could shred your tips with eight quick flips Excites me see, y'all f k**with the p y***But I f k**with your minds Lack of soul and respect is the crime This Was.. a set up Now.. tell me what What's..... my name Gun? * cocks
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