Dummy Thicc

A brooding southern rock guitar riff ignites over a tight 90s hip-hop groove—booming kicks, crisp snares, vinyl scratches, Soft R&B synth pads and jazzy chord nuances color the verses, while choruses burst with lush 80s-styled pop melodies, stacked harmonies, and explosive, blues-rock drum fills

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While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a clapping,
As of ass cheeks gently clapping, clapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis a visitor," I muttered, "dummy thicc, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was deep in bleak December,
And my lonely thirst grown tender for some sights one might adore.
Eagerly I wished the morrow—vainly sought to drown my sorrow—
Sorrow for the lack of follow-backs on Instagram before.
For the thiccness and the clapping of those cheeks outside my door
Thrilled me now like nevermore.

And the silken, sweaty swaying of those hips had set me praying,
Praying that this thicc ass deity would bless me evermore.
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating:
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some voluptuous apparition knocking at my chamber door—
Dummy thicc, and nothing more."

Presently my thirst grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir or madam," said I, "truly, your physique I must adore!
But the fact is I was napping, and I heard your cheeks a-clapping,
And my soul was nearly trapping thoughts unholy at their core."
Here I flung the door wide open—darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, abs still shearing,
Doubting, dreaming thicc illusions mortal man had seen before.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only words there spoken were my whisper, "Say no more."
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back: "Say no more."
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into my chamber turning, with my loins now fiercely burning,
Soon again I heard a clapping, somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "this is real—cheeks like these one must not steal—
Let me see, then, who reveals such sacred sights I do implore!
Let my thirst be still a moment and this mystery explore—
'Tis a baddie, nothing more!"

Open wide I swung the shutter, when, with bounce and twerk aflutter,
Stepped a thicc and curvy beauty like no sight I'd seen before.
Not the least obeisance made she, not a single glance she gave me,
Just continued clapping wildly—shaking cheeks forevermore.
Then she perched upon my bedside, sat there firm, and nothing more.

Then this luscious vision swaying, set my trembling heart decaying,
As I watched her steady clapping shake the lamp upon the floor.
"Tell me, thicc queen, truly show me, why dost thou approach and know me?"
Quoth the baddie, "Send me more."

And the baddie, never quitting, still is sitting, still is sitting,
Twerking fiercely on my bedside, sending shocks down through the floor.
And my soul is weakly sighing, as I sit here, thirsting, crying,
For her curves are hypnotizing, as they bounce forevermore.
And I know that I shall simp here, as she claps forevermore.

Dummy thicc, and nothing more.

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While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a clapping, As of ass cheeks gently clapping, clapping at my chamber door. "'Tis a visitor," I muttered, "dummy thicc, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was deep in bleak December, And my lonely thirst grown tender for some sights one might adore. Eagerly I wished the morrow—vainly sought to drown my sorrow— Sorrow for the lack of follow-backs on Instagram before. For the thiccness and the clapping of those cheeks outside my door Thrilled me now like nevermore. And the silken, sweaty swaying of those hips had set me praying, Praying that this thicc ass deity would bless me evermore. So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating: "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some voluptuous apparition knocking at my chamber door— Dummy thicc, and nothing more." Presently my thirst grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir or madam," said I, "truly, your physique I must adore! But the fact is I was napping, and I heard your cheeks a-clapping, And my soul was nearly trapping thoughts unholy at their core." Here I flung the door wide open—darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, abs still shearing, Doubting, dreaming thicc illusions mortal man had seen before. But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only words there spoken were my whisper, "Say no more." This I whispered, and an echo murmured back: "Say no more." Merely this and nothing more. Back into my chamber turning, with my loins now fiercely burning, Soon again I heard a clapping, somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "this is real—cheeks like these one must not steal— Let me see, then, who reveals such sacred sights I do implore! Let my thirst be still a moment and this mystery explore— 'Tis a baddie, nothing more!" Open wide I swung the shutter, when, with bounce and twerk aflutter, Stepped a thicc and curvy beauty like no sight I'd seen before. Not the least obeisance made she, not a single glance she gave me, Just continued clapping wildly—shaking cheeks forevermore. Then she perched upon my bedside, sat there firm, and nothing more. Then this luscious vision swaying, set my trembling heart decaying, As I watched her steady clapping shake the lamp upon the floor. "Tell me, thicc queen, truly show me, why dost thou approach and know me?" Quoth the baddie, "Send me more." And the baddie, never quitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, Twerking fiercely on my bedside, sending shocks down through the floor. And my soul is weakly sighing, as I sit here, thirsting, crying, For her curves are hypnotizing, as they bounce forevermore. And I know that I shall simp here, as she claps forevermore. Dummy thicc, and nothing more.

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