Phone* dialed and rings  *
Yo who this ?
Yo this [edited] 
Yo whattup man ?
Yo whassup dude ?
This is the Black Ill 
Oh whassup G ?
Y'know yo, 
We down in the studio yo 
Yo we got a jawn 
Yo is, she live ?
Yeah she's live 
Sup wit her ?
She's just real, nice to talk Sometimes
I used to knock off 
Word how she be swingin ?
Oh yeah she's swingin like that y'know it's on !
Oh word ?
I called a couple other heads and s tity'know 
Aight who, else who else - who else widdit ?
I mean she widdit like that ?
Yeah you know !
Ain't no bullshit ?
The whole Resevoir Dog squad n s titwe, gon' be eight deep 
Oh aight word, 
So come on down it's, on yo 
Aiyyo it's it's it's just us ?
Yeah it's just us 
Oh damn whassup, with some more jawns ?
Oh yes It's.. just her and some weed y'knowmsayin F?
k**some other s tit
Fukkit aight, bet, what, the Y'know..
whassup for real for real 
Word yo, so come through 
Aight what time yo ?
Like now ?
Yeah come, through now !
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,
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?