Three-Card Monte

Ahh... it’s time to hit up where the shit hurt      
Coming on my shores talking cash shit it's time for a drive by murk          
Catching a whiff, in the wind puppets talking like they got a swollen dick        
Nothing in my view but baggy ass tits          
Stay in your lane son it’s the holiday I will play nice        
Opps… sike        
         
I will take the time to trick you out        
Stick my toy up your ass then down your mouth        
It feels so good to come out that sweet skin        
Its time I reign and bring you down to wallow like a piglite in my sin        
Respect given as respect is due        
In my hood if not, it’s time to commence the asshole and the lacky vintage fool        
         
Most dumb ass clits can only show me where a real man supposed to place his dick        
But na’ll you up on licking the kitty itty bitty mound        
Your old trifling ass trying to find your youth munching on a rug trying to dust up some malice sounds        
If the aroused feeling cannot give you a hard deep stick        
Bitch you must acquit        
Black is the power it’s the new reign        
A magnetic hue in the dark that can bring the real pain        
Throwing dirt in your face to bring you hood shame        
Without even reveling names        
         
Preferred choices for the moans to a man’s groan        
Oh, silly me, you can’t creep up on bone        
If you gonna troll a page        
Don’t you dare make it a part of your sickening juvenile rage        
Intelligent women we teach, we preach, or we try to reach        
It is a duty to uplift the temple or any disservice in my court is to beseech          
         
Feels good to leave my mark in this world with my published illicit words, the naughty tease        
My intellect to the 33rd degree        
Education, entrepreneurship, no contest between you and me        
I do not pray on my knees        
With a cunt spread in my face, licking the taste of some trickling smelling cheese        
I sit on divinity’s universal throne        
I love life to the fullest, hate conflict, and I fast to spiritually atone        
         
Hedonism, Buddhism, Judaism not on my speed dial, it’s not my ring tone          
Let me show you how that smooth French Creole Ebonics can cradle the mind        
Wrap that street code around your old ass on my time        
Wisdom, knowledge, you do not have a cue        
Still trying to figure out if this serenade is about you        
Foolish to underestimate minds, I declare them as being insane or deranged        
It’s my gig, my game          
         
Higher education with a license…oooh... it has its professional benefits, perks          
From the boardroom, the bedroom, to the streets, my best work        
I will give what you crave for twenty-four seven        
I can take you to Hell or toss your ass up to Heaven        
Meek don’t turn cheeks        
In the flavored words to make sure your mind can understand        
Fuck you woman or man        
         
Ya’ll come back now….  
       
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