JUST A LITTLE POEM FOR THE FAGGOTS

Girls wanna fight me because there boyfriends eye me,-

If it was fucking legal he'd probably try and wife me-

He came up to me trying to talk about my Nike’s-

I can tell very well when a DL nigga likes me-

Feel a nigga out with that fag sixth sense

Can smell it on a nigga strong as cheap incense-

Handing out them compliments bout my fashion sense “ You got that ill style, you one of them Retro kids”? -

I rolled my eyes back “ Not this shit again”-

I knew he didn’t get it , didn’t mean to offend-

6 ‘3 fine as hell but a bit dim witted-

He was rockin a white tee with a black Yankees fitted-
tacky ass belt buckle,
But I could live with it,

He said “ Your different, whatever shit your on nigga give me a prescription”-

I replied " fuck wit me nigga I might have you addicted
“ My tight pants are more Dead Kennedy’s than fuckin New Edition”-

Don’t be a square baby-
It aint about the 80’s-
take off that rope chain-
no I’m not being shady-
Young Fresh and Black no need for throwbacks-

If this was In Living Color I’d be that Fly bitch making my ass clap-
Twisting my neck-popping my hips-
Wondering what you can do with those big brown lips...

I thought I had him but
Somethin didn’t fly caused his eyes were looking shifty weeded up all high-

“You one of them booshie redbone niggas twisting up your face thinking your fly, thinking if you walk away I’m gonna die, thinking you got every nigga in here about to cry, thinking every nigga wanna piece of your pie”-

“ Hold Up, Red bone? Get off the plantation just because my hair is a little curly I don’t think I run this place AND perhaps were clashing boo cause I’m not so Street, Cause I don’t own a wave cap and hate the taste of Tahitian treat,

But enough talk, cause talk is cheap

You wanna know what I’m about, get behind me and Freak !!

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get it girls!