Booty so good, it’s a bit hood,
dark meat gave
a new meaning to Tales from the Hood
Aged white cheddar, booty climbs a stair-stepper,
Gauged love letters went deep like Moss from Culpepper.
I knew I was in trouble when I met-her, treasure was a-pleasure,
but Peta was on her ass - she had lingerie made from silk-feathers.
Patch on her ass,
and not her eye.
no worries when passion
gets on a roll, postponing telling stories old,
no calling baby daddies, so she’s putting children on hold.
Her love was a hotspot, so I thought, I’d better tether-her,
then she became cold and left with her weathered-fur.