Human League “Fascination” inspired short

And so the killa flowers burned
Until the sun went down
Then many positions were learned
And there were
Deep feeling and fascinations
Smash’in cookies
Stroke so strong
Deep feeling and fascinations
Knock’in the bottom out the box
She came Supa long

America's "A Horse With No Name" inspired joint

"A CHICK WITH NO NAME"

When I first stepped into the club
I was look’in at all the souls
There were thicks and thins and dimes and things
There were titties and tats and rings
The first thing I met was a pearl with no string
And the bush with no grass
The oil was slick and the thighs were thick
But the lips were turned down

 I was in the shaker club with a chick with no name

She said, “It’s good to be out of the rain!
Over here, I can almost remember my name
‘Cause there ain’t nobody try’in to smack the shit out this thang.”
La la la la la la, la la la, la la
La la la la la la, la la la, la la

 After two days in her tiger lily

My green began to turn red
After three days in her tiger lily
I was sink’in her water bed
And the story it told was of episodes of old
Made me blue to think one day I’d be dead

 You see I was in the shaker club with a chick with no name

She said, “It’s good to be out of the rain!
Over here, I can almost remember my name
‘Cause there ain’t nobody try’in to smack the shit out this thang.”
La la la la la la, la la la, la la
La la la la la la, la la la, la la

 After nine days I let the cat run free

‘Cause it was time to get back to the scene
There were thicks and thins and dimes and things
There were titties and tats and rings
The shaker club is like a bitch with no pulse in her veins
And a perfect disguise of love
Under the flashing lights her heart is made of stone
And there is no brain to sooth sore bones

 You see I was in the shaker club with a chick with no name

She said, “It’s good to be out of the rain!
Over here, I can almost remember my name
‘Cause there ain’t nobody try’in to smack the shit out this thang
La la la la la la, la la la, la la
La la la la la la, la la la, la la

 

 

pain

is this what it’s all about?
building big ass bonfires just to watch ‘em burn out?
the shit was ablaze but now it’s lukewarm ash
and the controversy in the verses is usually over cash
if the other road was chose where would we be?
but then the whole world would be fucked, that i can’t see
so do we keep push’in on to find the joy in the pain?
and relish the sunny days, but still dance in the rain?

1st round

Man fuck it, I’m on one, and I’m drink’in brew too
And them dimes keep push’in up, now what’s a pimp to do?
But you know I’m not a pimp, but I always go in the top five
And I’m steady get’in chose by them dimes that go live

bitch

Life is a bitch and right now she’s a tease
She knows how much I want to get up in that thang and just skeez
Stroke and tease, make her cum multi-please, and when it’s my turn I’ll splatter ovaries
But she just shake it in my face, steady make’in  it drop and twerk
I dream about kill’in her from the back every morn’in on my way to work
I promise myself almost everyday, “today is the day that that I make her turn my way”
But she’s always focused on another nigga shine… so it’s clip in 9, YO! I gotta get mine!
Then I get distracted by all that ass and thick hips, face like a goddess, overflowing lips
She makes me put my gat down and pick up my word game
I’m gonna write to that bitch and make her broadcast my name

medi(c)tations

as i sit under palm trees, trying to catch a breeze

thinking, “I wish I had a bad bitch to juggle these…”

with the sun shining on me and me shining right back

birds chirping, bees buzzing, “Damn, I wish I had a sack!”

so i close my eyes to meditate, but sex is all i see

her body is like an exotic car, and my dick is the key

i try harder to clear my mind, sleep begins to creep

next thing i know i’m counting the dead, fuck a fluffy sheep

i’m sitting on a billion, still trying to gather more

oh, to be fly like Dubai and build an island off shore

palm trees and cool breeze, exotic herb and sandy knees

grey matter and brown liquor, tiger lilly tease

good look

Feel'in sun rays as I look upon the man in the mirror
I’m reflect’in on myself, shit is start’in to get clearer
Grey creep’in at my temples, solar trips keep add’in up
So every day is like my born date, everready is my cup
At times I drink too deeply and wake up out of state
Think’in about my pops and wonder if his could be my fate
But fuck that, I got way too much love in my life
So I’ma keep dance’in in the rain with my seeds and my wife
Life could be better, but I be damned if it ain’t good
Food, clothing, shelter, and knowledge live abundant in my hood
So I’ma keep show’in, and prove’in, and build’in in this joint
And I’ma keep a sharp pencil so you can keep get’in my point