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.:The Badass Buzzing of Birds & Bees:.
This is legendary lechery. Kind of scary this track-life
Sometimes varies but not by much. Each touch shows a mastery of collusion
The straight up, then straight forward reducing confusion
Whereas the teasing, it can get quite tedious
Believe this -these psychedelic deviants
Pimps Hoes -Tricks filtering codes to find what clicks
Hoes looking to get trans -fixed, to get chose amongst those who pose
Seems that’s how it goes. Each participant tossing another tease
Pimps -Looking to collect fees -then
One Day (when its time) hopefully move on
In the meantime -Hoes be gettin they “earn-on”
Such the “turn-on” then comes The Buzz - Oh my
How it does what it does
Like, “YO, Little Shorty, from the waist
Can we ever hope to see you bend?
Then, we’ll show you what we intend”
For sure that’s been the trend -shout-outs
Tossed from the stoop of their favorite den
Another Shameless’ Shorty to slip right in -TFS
That-Fancy-Setup -Set up to be that next friend
Where again & again a Pimp’s Persuasion
Where their infestation is an all-out occasion
Similar to a Trick’s Solicitation
What it is... is what a proposition meant
What it means?? -It means the control of a Hoe's Dreams
Them sordid schemes, that Life-style no longer The Nile but
Nonetheless, like a riverboat-cruise
A setup to abuse with an abundance of Slyness
Heavy hitters - Their Holdings given a false sense of allegiance
Ever into their narcissistic indulgence
Only angle shown is... “Let me freak this”
Cum now pleas - It’s like a disease -The Hype?
Furthered by each bottom bitch squeezed
While them Shorty girls - Them “thots”
The ones with their sin-a-man swirls -These girls
These Kids' -napped then trapped. Sliding across another hard dick lap
They’ve gotten laced right into these Pimp Worlds -These girls
They’ve been acquired even when tired. Improperly squired
Based on that square. Placed there knowing they better be there
Where none of this is fair; none of it
Nothing but -down loads of sleazy episodes
Planned -Nets of bunched numbers; crunched numbers
Tricked numbers -Forever pressed in & out of place
Running around at a Pimp’s pace, meanwhile
Without haste the next story gets told
Another Shorty-girl gets to twirl
For a Pimp who loves gold
Look, the same story
Every Pimp deemed to uphold
Moreover, it’s still quite old. Where a Trick naturally grabs hold
See, there’s always been braille on this breeze
That rat-a-tat-tat of blind lechery, bad-business loyalty
Again, so sordid the sorcery - Out there
Looking to finger & squeeze. Abysmally trying to bring ease, but
Can never -connect the dots; never learned how
Too busy being blind -folded. The creases critically increased by crafty folk
Them crazy folk - Even before the coke got smoked
No joke - The art - The craft; small bits of math with some
Science thrown in -
This is where we’ve been. The A.B.C’s of an undeclared war
The Wanting of More
Short-term memories trying to even the score
Going the distance - for instance
Each step - Each one indicating more persistence
Whereas each clown appears spellbound
Like them Hellhounds - The ones chasing after that Kim Yung weave
Another Hoe they wanna heave - inundated
Them Tricks truncated trying to get situated
Trying to Blowup like they the bomb -ticking
Another victim wanting to wag tongues then lick ‘em
To date, it’s still a fate that can’t wait
All those involved trying to elevate
Like them Hoes leaning all up on the car
Skilled rock-cookers - used to be nice lookers
Now they Hookers looking to go far
Desiring to be that next Porn-star
Strolling by swinging with they swag - Dag
Another crew on their way to hag - Ghouls
Playing them games of modern-day tag - Fools
On the hour in the hour up & down the block
Not trying to haggle because they can’t stop
The wonderment of _which one’s hot, which one’s not?
Burning - Tell us? Who has eyes for discerning?
Having no doubt as in doubtless -
The malice? Time & time again the same scene
That slick sickness working the same scheme
All day said to be the place; it’s what’s faced
The Hustle of a Crew - making their case
Such is their taste for hot breezes
Whereas the teases remain so serious
Each time... like
“YO, Little Shorty, your lips? Can we get a sample on how they might blend?
I’m hearing you can rock-it right through to the end
Look, certainly I can at least be your friend?”
These are the type of shout-outs
The type tossed from the stoop of their favorite den
Calling another Shameless’ Shorty to that end
Cock-smiths willing to do more than pretend
Wanting- Waiting - Needing that friend to befriend
These Clamoring Comics are like Jaded Juggernauts
The kind who love to lust, then try & bust
YO Gus, once upon it - they be wanting it again & again
Gettin they kicks watching her bend...
See that seems The Trend
These Little Blunt makers...Tactical takers
Taking on another high as she or it comes
Crumb bums justa minute ago sucking thumbs
Developing a hard-on for Hell raising harshness
They cum partial to their own weakness
The same thinking - thinking, “Let me freak this”
Come on now, please.
There’s always been braille on this breeze
Such the pettiness; the kind fostered by each tease
While these party girls, these “thots”
The kind with their sin-a-man swirls
Still into the thrills; crunching numbers
Same numbers forever pressed in & out of place
On the daily this is what’s faced
Yet in still, still always looking to catch The Breeze
That tease - an ongoing conundrum of split personalities
Brought about by the slice & dice of an abstract morality
This malady? If it didn’t hurt it’d be almost silly
We mean…really
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photo: Samuel Lopez
Published 30th Mar 2015
| Edited 23rd Apr 2015
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1st Apr 2015 2:14pm
...wow...Dude...That is deep. I really like how you integrated some of the "Ghetto Speech" into the flow. It really worked. Thanks for the great ink!
~Stormi~
~Stormi~
