Aw ***! A little Sally Walker sittin' in a saucer, oh how I tossed that ass. Like a mission in the woods, Woody would peck a wood if he could, but I didn't wanna pass it up. To the next manhammer walk, man bumpin' on the 50 yard line and my adrenaline pumpin' like a killer. Thriller, driller, chiller, out with the miller, broke the filler, I took it till the damn Dutch puke. Luke Skywalker ain't a sweet talker, so I got ill with my lifesaver that came in one fancy flavor. My strange behavior led to an outburst, the night felt good, but the day got worse. I thought it was a long slim trade to stow away with a brown eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay. I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled by my whole school saying, Ooh, and I'm busted for real. Aw ***! Wanna say the least, I'm so slick that they need to call me Grease, cause I slips and I slides when I rise on the beat. Imani and your mom, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Yo, first comes the tongue, and then comes the she, my homies M-O-M, what M-I-N-G? Yo, as I think to day one and my eyes are show fear, cause I stepped into his house and his mom's grinning in her ear. Giggling and winks for weeks, I wouldn't count her from this female. She's sizing me up for the kill, oh what the hell's what I said to myself so that I wouldn't worry. I'm sittin' on the couch, it was Greg O'Brie, what up? She offered me a cup of ripple, broke out the titty, squeezed her nipples. They suckin' if you like, but please don't bite it. I had a urge to say *** it, but I knew I had to fight it. Before I could say, Alakazam, Pong, Big Mal, I flipped his old bitch in the doggie style. Greg walked in the room, that nigga cold had a fit, yo. But all this numbskull could say was, Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. ***. ***. Come on. Hey. Why? Please. ***. ***. ***. ***. ***. ***. ***. ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***. Oh ***.