Black Poetry : HE SAID

[rhymebad]

my written quotes are like hidden notes they're short letters //
with all sorts of clever funny joke with a honey hope for better //
luck, need chicks the strong type ready to take a long hike which //
is a walk down lovers lane just to get the butters of a dame itch //
for fame here in VIRGINIA BEACH got a small rocket for an all chocolate //
girl got love talk drop it in your world so boo how about a great //
date with cake served don't need fake words thing wet like a lake //
may drown if I go down town know I can't clown around a cooked cake//
do exist after a true kiss, boo you a chick came with a nickname //
as a slick dame girl your butt cut pants when you strut quick flames //
exist like a house fire I'm arouse and desire your body for that cake //
you blew my mind boo its time we soar and date before its too late" //
I remember plenty words it's November twenty third but plan very //
lost,like cranberry sauce on turkey never too false or murky to carry //
"WAIT PLAYER SHE SAID: now we in VIRGINIA BEACH panties stained jest //
candies to a boy's brain I enjoy but maintain my distance it's best //
that way, like the way you smash haters like mash potaters after all //
it's thanksgiving with turkey on the table with beef jerky I'm tall //
and able to rap to sasquatch, eat salad and play a ballad the music //
play I use it everyday,wanna rush get my crush pineapples amuse legit //
on bedsprings my head ring like a doorbell got even more to tell, it's //
a story the sea breeze add taste you wanna squeeze my waist I can feel //
the beach you wanna peel my peach and possibly reach for sex appeal //
take me to bed and get my wet cake spread then go crazy yelling baby //
boo love your gravy and stew then come a crew of kisses got that wavy //
hair I'm running my fingers through it even a doppelganger legit stands //
and applause, OK you dispatch vocab but I catch a cab home so I plan //
on safe travel when I face gravel not gonna race to unravel my bra strap //
in car perhaps a boy may try and get some me being a wet one love rap //
on display so a taxi will do me in your backseat will thrill you trapped //
between my thighs phat and that's where the cream pies at, you pitch //
baseballs,itch chase all females the taste prevail just can't switch //
your style up and like a wild duck you yell quack! quack! Love to swim //
above the rim, now this is BLACK HIPHOP exact at the tip top zero flim //
flam wanna be a phat thug at the club have to speak up or a sweet butt //
will pass you by have to have class to get wet pie I'll never forget I //
was at this VIRGINIA BEACH CLUB in a mini-skirt on HOLLAND ROAD try //
dance keep up but a deep cut in the floor grab the heel of my shoes why //
was it there? well Is guess romance can help dance steps I never tripped //
or fell this boy flipped some swell words in my eardrum that was fearsome //
clear one or two come through because my panties are soaked and beer come //
by the cans well I guess a BUDLIGHT do a thug right dilly! dilly! ride // in a CHEVY slick with a heavy stick in the backseat in case you collide //
with carjackers" HE SAID: "OK GIRL you stay in a world of dream and hide //
your thing from boys trapping I wear bling and enjoys rapping in stride // which collide with BLACK HIPHOP this attract script hot so the hood //
need a good deed I could proceed to read notes brag extreme could //
dream about chicks