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Sep 10
I love da sound ya ***** makes
Slappin' against your sister and me
While we're all doin' da *******
On ya momma's new coloured **** pile  
***** young boys, forever slappin’
Ya *****, in da high school class  
Even some curious gals, slip in a quick feel
While flashing their hallway entry pass
Da sound ya ***** makes, ya must be using an amplifier
With a whole lot of ******* bass  
Next time though, try turning the trebble up
And turning down that ******* bass, just in case  
This morning I woke up stiff, like dead
Then picked up the paper and read my obituary  
I didn't feel that great, after we had done the missionary
Wish I was more of a future visionary  
****, I haven't even ironed my black shirt
For my very last day of hot sunlight  
Will I need to take a jumbo suitcase
Or maybe just some shorts and thongs
On my mystery ticket, one-way flight
Da sound ya ***** was a making
Was maybe way too loud, last night
And put me in, like a clothes dryer spin  
The police came by to check it all out
With some mace, just when I was ‘bout to sin  
Everyone's got an unusual craze in life
Mine just happened to put me in a daze  
Should've taken a much deeper breath
When going down between ya momma's thighs  
Send flowers to my ******* and hoes
And never ever forget, ya ****** nice ways  
Always tried to satisfy the whole **** world
But still hearing some sad **** sighs  
I like da sound ya ***** makes
Reminds me of a dance track
Played by the DJ, named Georgie O’Kay
While everyone dances to a beat
I'm hard at work, trying to get ya
To get down lower and pretend to be ya mama.
Written by
Mark
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