if fornography glasses
covered mouths of dead gratefuls
speaking stranges soliloquy
who dis is makes me listen
never girl at the most est hateful spunge  **** sucky duck walkers

bro where is your soul for real?

you un qualified buster cloth of lil nasty prince whitey smug shoot!

im irish i got a poverty felony during covid cuz, cuz listen
these is irish mits from new york
yo, he and tried teaching ****
fold

no you don't get copper pots, you get peckerwood necklace dressy

draw me a pictionary of civil rights for white trash 2 hebrews and a bean pie, i need keenan and damon

thatta spigot, he never ever hold a strange fruit, white money

Bands a make her dance.  
A dollar will make her holler.
So she must be worth a pretty penny,
to flip open your wallet just to call her.
"Hey baby, how much for a dance? Oh slow motion, yeah I like it like that."
Her stripper name must be Visa for her rewards and her cashback.
She can flap her wings to get your mind on track,
of you spending your money all Welly-Nelly,
and swiping your card down the crack.
She's got you running to the private room like she's running game.
If you fall in love with these strippers that's a tale of Two-Pains.
How could a dime be worth a stack and arouse your spending range?
I mean her game so tight she has your whole money roll entertained.
And all she has to do is something strange for you to come out your pocket change.
By: Thrystan Tate