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