At ages 19 to 24, through Dat Witch Charita, Read Me. Me Read. Uh huh, Me Dig. From da roots of da tree, all da way to da Fig. How we do? You, you, & you. Looky, looky! Well, well, well! Back is Poppy at da club door. Left da old biddy behind, young thang, wanting to score, score. What? You old, Coon, ya want me, to ring my bell, bell. So what can I do fa ya, Silver Top? Say what, after seeing me, its my ass ya wanna hop, hop. What? Dat Witch Rita Char, renigged. She would even give you a lap dance, Could have cut da rug, jig, jigged. Oh, so Pops da last time we were here, with Lucinda & doze boyz, you got a eye full. Stop, Old Wrinkle. Dont do dat! What? On me, pull, pull. Old Buzzard, You still trying to run da P to da V with da payin. What you say Pops, you like da way I move on da dance floor with doze toyz dats boyz. Young Males Dispatched! Deployz! Pops, Up Back! Youre so old. Now Lacking! Lack! Ya Old Prune, Ive been standing at dis door for 3 minutes, interacting, acting. You Ive been sizing up. How? Fact, factoring. As Ive been standing here, You Talking. My ass, gawk, gawking.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 19:52:42 +0000
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