Thug Sex - Poem by Classy Boomdata
Damn shawdee! who yu be?
i seen yu ova dea jus starin at me,
coke bottle shape & pretty lil feet,
yu look like a freak so im boutta see.
Lemme take yu tu da crib & blow yu out,
since im hearin slick tawk cumn out yo mouth.
yu really boutta see was Classy about
wen i take my tonque and qo down south.
But dont scream tu loud cuz ya neiqhbors home
dey qon be knockinn on doors and callinn ya phone
stuff a pillow in ya mouth wen ya start tu moan
so wen they come around they wont think yu home.
yu moanin and qroanin den yu start tu qiqqle
& yu scratchin my back cuz it tickles a little,
den yu pullin my hair wen im all in da middle,
finna show ya da real definition of skittles.
i can make ya bedrock like sir Lloyd,
usin plenty of oils & plenty of toys,
u needa stop messin round wit dese lil boys,
cuh fckn wid Classy mite be da best choice.
So i turned yu out & now yu callin my fone,
askinn wea im at so dat i can cum home.
dont question me lil shawdee, remember im qrown,
so i quess tunite yu'll be sleepin alone.
but not me cuz im on a mission aqain,
tryna qet it in, in any way dat i can,
i qot dis lil shawdee but she say she yo friend,
but its no love jus a one nite stand (: CLASSY!
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