F.Y.L.A Poem by AnonExtremely explicit, parody of modern rap music (shock comedy) References to copywritten work underlined, italics are self-explanatory
I get more head than a guillotine
White girls on my knob like Charlie Sheen A vague reference to Biedermeier Sit back, relax cause this beat is fire B***h, down on your knees for the king of rap I put the East Coast on the map Biggie and Tupac used to pray to me I'm a God of the Church of Scientology I'm the Top Gun cause Maverick likes my style Wanna bone? Get in line, single file Karma Sutra connoisseur Hold doors for the ladies just like a sir Part the walls and speak among Make your toes curl with my parseltongue I'm a Gigolo minus the STDs A modern day, sober Charlie Sheen Grab fistfuls of my underfur While I go down on you like a comforter My services aren't free but I don't take cash Just cut me a slice of that sweet a*s If my skills you want to debate My names T-Bo and I'll set ya straight Bow down, turn around, let me hit from behind They say bird is the word cause mines so divine When I walk in the room panties drop like the NASDAQ Drop it like its hot with my knob in your asscrack Lemme lay down my steamin' seme roadway Bust in the back like you're packing cocaine Gimme some of that quality romaine Make me sing like my a*s on Soul Train Imma F.Y.L. your peach to the brim with semen Eff your life b***h cause you can't even.
© 2017 AnonAuthor's Note
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