myspace trillA Poem by Onyx SkyBrains over booty Mind before beauty If you want to find your way into my bed compliment my ingenuity I already know your game thanks to my daddy so if you think you can get wit me maybe in a century
if Mims can make a mill sellin nuthin on a track I can make a mill at barnes n noble from a book on a rack F**k a new yorker Cuzz I be reppin Cackalacki I can't really rap But I can make u giggly I'm small and petite bout 5'0 n some change But I'll beat yo a*s If you incorrectly spell my name
I gotta bank account Wit a small amount And I don't give a s**t Cuzz cuzzin gon have a record out
A smile in your direction Aint a flirtation It's prolly cause you got sumthin in yo teeth Or I'm lookin past your stupid expression As your eyes trail down my body making me comfortless w/o abandon
Get your a*s a porno, bettter yet a blow up doll B/c I aint gon giv u the time Betta yet a booty call Mutha f***a get out mySpace And stop harassin me Get a life, go read a book And stop fukin msgin me...
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