Black Book

I don’t have a coke-a-cola bottle; I have a 2 liter at home
A pint of Svedka
I’m about to turn up with my diva
She’s my Keebler
My Tremeta and Nakeema
Combo pack
We share stories of how we’ve inhaled the fumes of weed and crack
Drink up so I can eat my snack
Tongue deep between your crack
I’m going to show you how you assault an asshole
In the bedroom, not where the grass grows
I’m going to show you how you eat a pussy with an afro
How you go from the bed to fucking in the bathroom
We’re taking a shower together
I’m not a boxer but my poetry got me looking like Mayweather
My modesty wouldn’t allow me to mention it
I’ve got 9 out of 10 interested
Yada, yada, yada
Never too late to show censorship
I’m visually appealing and mind blowing
They Evite me for a meet and greet
I know where my nine going
Pen and pad out because my list growing.