Verbal Intercourse 3 - Poem by James Lewis
Strap ya helmet on and while you at it pass the keys, we'll ride and eat on words for dinner, homie pass the peas,
I don't do this on purpose, it's the way things have to be, I'll smack these kids without a daddy, little b@st@rds please.
Expand your mind a bit and you can comprehend the flow, there's no amor for garden tools cause we don't love them h03s,
let William foot the Bill that Matt can wipe his feet on quick, my homie Rich concurs the other Richard's just a D1ck.
These words can read like any book, don't be afraid to look, goodfellas root for guys in movies living life like shnooks,
you'll never freeze in coal that people use to feed the heat, I spank on my filet mignon therefore I beat my meat.
Go 'head and make a pizza out of $100 notes, cause all you need is sauce and cheese with lots of flattened dough,
your car breaks down in traffic? Lose your shoes and get a tow, and while you wait get stoned with lots of dro that rock ya dome.
They call me Mr. Heinz cause you're in back and can't catch up, you'll get the FICA treatment when I tax you thas whasup,
and that's no homosexual, I'm happy cause I'm gay, my pounds are like my methods so it's 2-8-0 my weigh.
I hope y'all get the message how it's 'sposed to come across, I clean my teeth with dollars so indeed ya homie floss,
the doctor wants to rush and send the people to their day, I guess it's safe to say he has no patience either way.
My wordplay is a blessing like the other side of sin, when makin love it's guaranteed I will arrive again,
so cum and join the sideshow 'cept the magic isn't blue, I wear my t-shirts circle necked when rollin with my crew.
To read is fundamental but to not is dumb as h31l, some people love stupidity, I wish those people well,
my word'll slide inside the spot and keep the tunnel hot, it's verbal intercourse vernacully I touch the spot.
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