ey whas up people, i barely do this kinda shit, but ima drop a lil somethin for ya'll... holla at me wit what yall think...

i need a freak, to suck the skin off my meat/
she could even be greek, she just gotta be street/
she just gotta be able be able to grab her ankles 'n' her feet/
crazy in between the sheets, fuckin to our song, ridin' to the beat/
but she aint gotta talk, she just gotta be discreat/
tell me how you like it/
unless i fuck your brains out, i cant read your mind, i aint a pyschic/
i aint down wit that 69 shit, Vice is/
but im still bad when it comes to the bone despite this/
ima be on you like white on rice is/
you think i care if your tired? quit your bitchin/
we gon take it from the bed to the floor into the kitchen/
fuck her in the sink, strokin her ass/
wake up in the mornin wit dishpan hands/
shorty offerin' breakfast like "what you want?" right/
then she ask "scrambled eggs?" im like "aint you have enough last night?"/
now my heads all gased right/
cause now i got her on a leash, shorty better act right/...

now she act right, i got this broad on all fours on the floor/
when done givin it on the backside, dont let the same happen wit the door/
shorty, i hate to see you leave, but i love to see you walk away/
i better get a restrainin order, the bitch gon come back to kill me one day/...

holla back let me know what you think, thas somethin i wrote up, me and my nigga Vice gon throw a song together...