Down On Me

Shorty put it down on my,

I'm a king, put a crown on me,

Do your thing, talking ground on knees,

No teeth, but that mouth on me.

 

I got a bad bitch, like a savage,

But I can manage, I like a challenge,

We speak in tongues, like it's a language,

I'm on that green, call it cabbage,

Where that ass bitch, I'm famished,

I don't eat it, I ravage,

Said I don't eat it, I lavish,

If she don't feed it, I'll scavenge,

If it bleed then, I'll even bandage,

She's mad about my package, sarage,

We're a number, add it,

She tell me I'm the shit, that's an adage,

She's G5 fly, without the baggage,

Head between her legs, that's a vantage,

Her wombs a tomb, that vag is the passage,

When I explode my dick load, there is no damage,

Tha he blows then Ardios, so I partly know Spanish,

she give me brain like we shagging on campus,

She pampers my man bits with her hand, wrist and spit,

she climbs my tree, and enchants the branches,

She goes ape and won't wait to get her hands on my banana,

Presents in the sack, it's as if my dick's a grand gift from Santa,

I'm a bit of a prick, she thinks her man is a cactus,

I paint her face white like a canvas of blackness,

She saids I got nerve, well there's worse things than anxious,

She blows me away, may I land safe in Kansas,

To get rich I'm a plan it, nude bitch on a mattress,

two gigantic dicks, and shoot it with six camera's,

Do lines of coke while you try compose Stanzas,

My laps where she dances, her pantie strap where the bands it,

Bad finances, my sad circumstances, damn it,

she managed to usurp all I've earnt then burnt my advances,

These tramps disbanded all standards,

give hand when there's grands and live as tarantula,

damn bitches is scandalous, and tit's is implanted,

ass is expansive, rips pants with her fat hips,

playing their hand as is gamblers,

irate the tramp a 10, 100% anger,

because she's as deer as a antler,

get high as the rafters, in her eye when I plaster,

weed in my garden is greener and darker,

as seen in the pastures where cows don't feed on the grass-duh,

her pussy so sweet, no need for the Carstor,

faster, faster, like nas car,

yo B, blow me, or you don't eat, so she's;

huffing and puffing, lungs is suffering, I don't ease;

hoe wheeze, no teeth, choak feast, no greese;

only her throat bleed-now don't breath-asthma,

me and beauty, she keep the coodies, stick to my dick-it's the script in this movie, think she born an actor,

her clit ain't fish, don't make stink, but if I turkey slapper, her jaw snapper,

before I blast her, I hand the whore a napkin, incase it pours out her jaws, and the force of splashing, cover's whatever she wore to the casting, #manner,

drop dead gorgeous, the whore's a cadaver,

Vertical smiles, she harbour the laughter,