Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Twittering About Masturbation

(Verse 1)
Imagine if masturbation captured Satan in a passion contraption..
Couldn’t be a savage, all the snatch he be catching!
Wait a minute.
Evil in reverse is what we do, and it hurts for me to be such a fucking flirt.
So much of a jerk, I get a rush when I jerk..
Blush or smirk when I think of a skirt that I fucked, and jerk…..
Not to call ‘em skirts but for all it’s worth,
they want my wallet,
and made me feel like they softest purse.
Just wanted to be closer than a man ever attempted.
I am who I am, no man better attempt that:
Removing me!
My stupid ego’s so auto-zone that I thought a poem would’ve brought it home.
But no!
Here I am, on the ledge again.
Stressed but, then again when am I not [gonna] need sex again?
Or a Cocoa Butter/Lacey hand stretch again?
Eff it then!
They imaginary, let ‘em in.

(Hook)
WHO’S GONNA BE,
The thought that gets me off tonight?
Baby, come and get me off tonight.
Close your eyes and lift me off tonight!
5-4-3-2 to the One!
I ain’t tryna stop until my eyes try to run!
From not blinking and tryna Ice-Grill the sun!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!!

(Verse 2)
The sight of B,
makes me,
kinda weak.
Thighs are like a Titanic iceberg and she’s Southern-hood!
Swear I could fuck her good.
But while I’m here and stuck with a wood,
dreaming about getting her neck up on it,
I gotta chill and check up on it.
What if a nigga jack-off thinking ‘bout my daughter?
I taught her not to go around the block more than once..
Hey,
her pops was a smut..
So I could give a fuck as long as niggas is not knocking her up.
I’m decking a nigga!
Respecting her wishes,
checking the niggas for at least not protecting the digger…
Sexing my precious and making a baby stretch up her figure.
Mess up her dreams, whatever nigga!
I’m a believer,
and deeper meanings behind I’m a, I’m a, a Diva.
Doesn’t ignore Vagina appetite.
I’m a rapper, right?
My mind is sad but bright,
Saturday night……

(Hook)
WHO’S GONNA BE,
The thought that gets me off tonight?
Baby, come and get me off tonight.
Close your eyes and lift me off tonight!
5-4-3-2 to the One!
I ain’t tryna stop until my eyes try to run!
From not blinking and tryna Ice-Grill the sun!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!!

(Verse 3)
The colder it feels, you know that it’s real.
So while I’m holding my steel, my lotion feels frozen…….
TMI! Say the people who just got it.
Fuck the buck, I make the buck stop it…
Paid 5 bucks for this bootleg Booty Talk and it’s worth it.
Do I really wanna hear a groupie squawk about how she sucked off Sisqo and Lord Tariq?
WHORE, PLEASE!
Your story bores me..
More whores on DVD.
Specifically just 4, please?
4 scenes and I’m forcing,
ALL YOU NIGGAS OUTTA MY SPACE!
Got some self-love making to make.
Niggas hate my music, right?
So I felt love making was great.
I feel like Michael Phelps, just wasting away,
‘cause of the crazy shit that I did in a day.
Shit, let’s just listen for days.
And all you haters, get off my dick!
‘Cause your grip gets in the way!!!

(Hook)
WHO’S GONNA BE,
The thought that gets me off tonight?
Baby, come and get me off tonight.
Close your eyes and lift me off tonight!
5-4-3-2 to the One!
I ain’t tryna stop until my eyes try to run!
From not blinking and tryna Ice-Grill the sun!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!
IT’S JUST ME AND MYSELF IN THIS BITCH!!!


LYRICS
BY CHUCK NORRIS
Sike nah, Jose ISLA!

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