AN ILL RIDE

Attack goons and rookies eat macaroon cookies they
Cream my tongue drink extreme rum like bookies on payday
Taste fine other waste rhymes try to get a point across
They should anoint my boss schemes like Dianna Ross
Supreme with Baby Love girls got gravy and hugs off
Top my dome I plot in hot chrome leaving the spot
Going home pass by trees and tall shrub, all thug rock
In me even a doctor can see I’m hyper than a viper alarm
My body is an Americanize fixture characterized by mixture
Of Hip Hop and rip shop and ole girl lips gonna kick pure
Her body a variety of heat like society street but sure
Sweet she come bold sit on my console her body allure
Me in the club, loco sluts are like coconuts their shell hard to break
Loose but great juice one you enter but I stay away discard and escape
Them, got my head right stopped to the red light oh she just gave
Me some sprung tongue wanted to cum right there plus I crave
For the juice in the cooch after the smooch girl really got flave
Oh she got some concern cream the light turn green hard to behave