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Poetic Justice
- I really like your assets,
- Turn around, baby girl, let me assess,
- And maybe access,
- Maybe have sex,
- Gotta get this, off my chest,
- I'm under duress,
- Lift your sun dress and let me give you my next heiress,
- Fuck them needles in a haystack,
- Fuck them needles in a haystack,
- You are harder to find than a Galapagos turtle on a racetrack,
- Or a black man near a Klan park,
- Fate is fatale and she got back,
- I'm sorry if I offend and,
- I'm lying entirely with that,
- I really wanna know ya,
- But mostly really wanna bone ya,
- And I never claim to own ya,
- And I'd never, ever wanna stretch ya,
- Fuck, your name is Rebecca,
- Shit, I gotta disown ya,
- Ho, pack your bags and your pads and your ass,
- And leave back them great gazongas,
- This is what momma told us,
- That all these bitches is Horus,
- But maybe if I Set with the right type,
- Then these glances won't be Isis.
- I hear that them relations rule the nations, men can tell,
- But I couldn't never know my wrongs, 'cause I sent them all to hell.
- P.S.
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