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Well... I heard it from Pookie Who's real tight with Sookie You know 'cuz They're twins 'n all And they're both from the neighborhood When it all went down, guess they seen it too Eyewitnesses times four You know 'cuz They two got a pair of blinkers You know --peepers! Oculus instruments You know ... These! (Wink wink hint hint) Brown eyed, blue bright Or "whatever you say Iris!" She was the one with the twirly hair And the swirly speech Rollin' up on all of her You know ... Gelatinous gelatina **** Rubberneckin' Don't mess with this! "Uh huh" "Nah ah, oh no she didn't ..." Throwing ghetto out her mouth Talkin about. yo mama So PHAT (Pretty Hot & Tempting) For a rotisserie or deep fried in Crisco... And you know If the chicken heads are plucky and loud Clucking chis-miss rumors About How she did done killed her molester "Down that poor dirt road" "I can still hear the gospel sang, the surrounding churches' Southern love to be loud, wafting With the breeze through the long grass Walking, closer to home, a hush... Back when we folk were shiny skinned With sweat of Summers' Lovin Or late night lullaby in' ... Baby's lil babe She said he couldn't fall to sleep Until this Final one" When it all went Smack! Talking for no reason now (Just wanna be heard) Throwing shade in the hot shadows Her hollering voice Reciting not laws but what's right for sho'. A weeping willow A peacock A desperate clarinet cry Look here now ! Don't miss out ! And that was when Pookie & Sooky Took home mama Mook, Who's complaining like Chubacca Furry as the Wookie Drunk as the fish in Tequila Seas... But whatever battle she took to words In the shadow of Bars brawls and loss of conscience, Everyone here / neighbors hear The hoods we're in She said the clouds! in the sky "They was the lot of them throwing most heinous shade!" And whatever You took from that there blathering Wagging tongues Talking smack. (That's on you)... *In the dim domain of drank and diggitty They carry the haunch away* Three shadow figures one is itchin' at her arm... Smack Throwing Shade.
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
THROWING SHADE (performance Art)
Well... I heard it from Pookie Who's real tight with Sookie You know 'cuz They're twins 'n all And they're both from the neighborhood When it all went down, guess they seen it too Eyewitnesses times four You know 'cuz They two got a pair of blinkers You know --peepers! Oculus instruments You know ... These! (Wink wink hint hint) Brown eyed, blue bright Or "whatever you say Iris!" She was the one with the twirly hair And the swirly speech Rollin' up on all of her You know ... Gelatinous gelatina **** Rubberneckin' Don't mess with this! "Uh huh" "Nah ah, oh no she didn't ..." Throwing ghetto out her mouth Talkin about. yo mama So PHAT (Pretty Hot & Tempting) For a rotisserie or deep fried in Crisco... And you know If the chicken heads are plucky and loud Clucking chis-miss rumors About How she did done killed her molester "Down that poor dirt road" "I can still hear the gospel sang, the surrounding churches' Southern love to be loud, wafting With the breeze through the long grass Walking, closer to home, a hush... Back when we folk were shiny skinned With sweat of Summers' Lovin Or late night lullaby in' ... Baby's lil babe She said he couldn't fall to sleep Until this Final one" When it all went Smack! Talking for no reason now (Just wanna be heard) Throwing shade in the hot shadows Her hollering voice Reciting not laws but what's right for sho'. A weeping willow A peacock A desperate clarinet cry Look here now ! Don't miss out ! And that was when Pookie & Sooky Took home mama Mook, Who's complaining like Chubacca Furry as the Wookie Drunk as the fish in Tequila Seas... But whatever battle she took to words In the shadow of Bars brawls and loss of conscience, Everyone here / neighbors hear The hoods we're in She said the clouds! in the sky "They was the lot of them throwing most heinous shade!" And whatever You took from that there blathering Wagging tongues Talking smack. (That's on you)... *In the dim domain of drank and diggitty They carry the haunch away* Three shadow figures one is itchin' at her arm... Smack Throwing Shade.
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
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