Inspired by the wonderful prose given in the Drink and Drive thread by Bert and CJ, I thought I'd have a go at some rap lyrics (To be honest it was a thread on my mate's BF2 forum, but the lyrics are all me baby)
YO YO
your mother is my play thing
and when I'm playin with her minge
she screams like a boy
like she's my c ock toy
with a wide a sshole for the boy's joy
and I ain't spittin my lies
I'm serious about her fish pie
pull it out leave my cream in her eye
and wait for her cry
of "f uck me Toker like I'm a fat guy
with 5 fingers of fish and one for the browneye
while I slurp on your balls"
and when the spurm comes to call
I leave her gasping for air
with my mess in her hair
and I've got plenty to spare
for your grandmother
and when I finished with that f ucker
she drips with the p ussy butter
so if you don't wanna be next
I'd suggest you don't mess
or the Toker will spread those cheeks
and leave you with an a rse leak!
PEACE!
I've got more by the way
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