This is how I feel about Hip-Hop, these days. Daves verse says it best... Next door, she do coke, chicks so old, swear she got the flu vac, but cant shake a cold. why you got the flu, girl? you did it, and been there. no matter the occasion, she just gotta be in there. Ball court suffer, shes a dope boys harlot. neck game shameless, you better get garlic. miss vampire. its your blood or your bank code, shell thank you kindly. it kinda reminds me, whats good for the goose is good for the gander, but my gigolo days died with Huey and the news. you wanna taste her, but do it and you lose. vixen. shes on that smack. my dogs love it. said she blows cum bubbles out her nose, when she swallows. a creed deeper, than the shades of Apollo. but that aint Balboa, thats Boa Constrictor. she dont get ahead till her toes restrict her. fine dinning, is kiwi white wine. when she breaks the bank, shes bringing out the hammer. hammer pants, 1200 a pair. hammer head, you cant touch this boy, dont even go there. she cant cook a hot dog, but she could eat one at college orgies, like each one, teach one. her first gangbang, on her birthday, 16 candles. blew them all in the worse way, but nowadays, she sells corporate titi. in somebodies penthouse, in some big city. layin on her backside, tears in her eyes livin the life, while her dignity dies, tarnishing the legacy of queens and the tribe, Bonita Applebum, you kinda turn me off. Bonita Applebum, you kinda turn me off dead in the summer time, you still gotta cough. Bonita Applebum you kinda turn me off. Bonita, Bonita, Bonita. ~ Trugoy the Dove
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 13:55:07 +0000