[loose open, long setup into punch] Her eyes met mine over the rim of her glass Lost my mind said, “hey, let me lick the rim of your ass” She said she’d had a burrito but if I still wanna eat tho she’s sweet and lo, good to go, lights are greener than grass [tight 8s, heavy internal rhyme with steady drive] This chiquitita’s nalgona gave my banana a bona I was Louvreing to release her and I’m making her moan-a Nestled myself in her shelf Wrestled her bent at the belt Wrested her dress off as well Breasts on the desk and her wetness Pressed to my crest but the bell went and the smell from all the sex was Present and evident, cos now she went and spraying the Lynx! [playful, bouncy quips with short breaths] Got up to hijinks! Can’t end up surprised if it stinks! It’s bad enough with the pink stuff – always worse with the brown I’m glad I didn’t go to town on her cos spit dripping down Her grip so shapely and round would make ridiculous sounds Like squicky pickle licking chicken finger sticks in her mound Dunking my nuggets in the dip and make my tendie the crown But no tromboneing for me now, I’ll go wander the grounds [medium-paced narrative run with end rhyme loops] There’s gotta be some wayward maidens somewhere hanging around Cos all that mixing with my vixen’s got me fixing to pound Been stocking up on Love honey yeah, been spending my money On boobs you use like they’re pussies And tubes of lube so they’re runny I Thought I’d feel kinda dumb, but see, to me it’s just funny – Feeling pleasurably on my nethers from a silicon cunny [firm, serious delivery — message focus] Call out to the bad man, the one producing C-SAM. I'll deduce your location and noose you up from your door jamb There’s plenty of grown ups you could believably be with Please leave the kiddies alone, don’t make me call the police [fast, breathless 16 spilling over bars] Cos instead of arresting you they be hassling me Because e-fee-bo-file defining in the dictionary Rhyming or no you know the photo is Mabozza Richi Pitching his ice cream to teens, luring them in with the sweets But it’s not sexual I just need people filling the seats In my discotheque its perfection but it’s off of the beaten track Around the back of a Walmart - I know it sounds wack But I’m telling you man, this DJs spinning wax and it slaps! We got all the teeny boppers that got dressed at the Gap And I gon ply em all with poppers, Molly Monster and gak Drop them off safely at home later so they don’t get attacked [punchy set-up/punch/release with space to breathe] I take good care of the young'uns, specially the chesty but dumb ones Other predators better get themselves set up with a gun Blow out the last brain cell that they got functioning sons And daughters paining from the way that you been messaging All the grooming that you lewdly doing’s really stressing them I refuse to ruin the youth for some sick fetishist's suggestion So all my bouncers know to keep me out of this section [tight 4s — steady, loopable bounce] Now I’m bouncing out the door! Ladies bouncing on the floor! Frocked and pale with their mocktails, we bringing them more! Bend respectfully to check if they’re a three or a four And if they’d like a glass of water cos hydrating’s important Older than these chickies, sure, but I’m taking the orders It builds agency in ladies when they hear no retorting [back to conversational, enjambment] Or evasion when they claiming that they asked for a portion Of the chips while you just wince like its testicular torsion And explain the manager will refund them in the morning. Travel through time in my mind, to give their mom an abortion. Because I’m not her dad, nah I’m kinda more like a sensei Don’t charge her for my time, cos I’m really expensive I teach her sweep the leg, crane kick and wax off And manners like excuse me when she sneezes or coughs [slower, poetic build to crude punch] A pig with a male again, I’m educating this Rita Sculpting beauty out of stone chisel in delicate features Teaching this block of a rock eloquent beauteous speech But she’s gargling on my marble I’m not fixing to cheat I put her bust on a pedestal while I finished the feet Spoiling her like a creepy uncle on his favourite niece You know the kind that buy expensive gifts and flowers and treats And bring her towels in the shower in the hope of a peep [caring, forthright close with steady sermon pacing] So I instil in her the reason to critique her beliefs Watch out for thieves, and tempers that increment in degrees Because the bad boys won’t be tempered til you’re down on your knees You’re subjugated to sleaze and rented out for your meat First time you stand up for yourself, then you’re walking the streets A game with few good players, and all too frequent defeats But it’s never too late to turn over a new leaf. Process your feelings, and start to deal with your grief.
