****, bruh! call a bomb squad (bo[ɑ]mb squa[ɑ]d) for there's a bomb— —shell here, whose rear evokes a somewha[ʌ]t unholy, wrong thought (wro[ɑ]ng thou[ɑ]ght) reminds him of a jihadi-done job (jihadi-done jo[ɑ]b) 'cause this ***'s (boom) banging; this honey's dancing boldly & lewdly, got his jaw dropped (ja[ɑ]w dro[ɑ]pped) his sight's fixed on her hips, she's beyond hot (bey[ɑ]ond **[ɑ]t) this gal's freaking blazing his hand's in offensive motion for her hind part a haptic invasion she moves on from wining to fondling, she's eager such a luscious body, killer figure (body) disguised with a tank top with a low neckline & tight-fit cropped pants she's like: "make me high like a rooftO̲p nearly reaching the sky; give me a tI̲me so exquisite that I̲'ll be left speechless when this ro[ɑ]mp's over" she's none short o'... a mind-blower, like a gun-toter blowing a brain of a **** hound wrongdoing ('bout time to strike a hunting seas-on up on these ****) she digs vicious, dark-sounding music but also doesn't mind to bounce her tushie to 90-100 bpm party-sound tunes
I'm a bit ashamed of my imagination, but I couldn't help it.