Say Cheese to Craft Singles

The Jehu of Say Who Interacts and Mingles

The mission of dissing Baal to chip bags of pringles

The kiss and tell of Jezebel Cat Tats and Jingles

Division well one and a wonder Marco polo aim

Sharks in waters of plenty daughters and photo fame 

Picture this in a mixture of a snowglobaling fixture 

elixir to resurrect collective as a solo game 

to target the knew brand of marketing you see 

the adds and multiplies even where the vulture flies 

when it tries the culture to invoke a stroke o’ lies end cap 

we capitalize flies and put it on a poster winging it

And stringing up the caramel and chocolate popcorn 

a hot storming kettle where the metal is not warm / 

settling the measure of the veterans, When its costs 

we emboss the losses for better wins 

A cute couple is a set of twins, to eat up 

the meat up and rubber necking to shit fun

The cards where the queens are in the hand of a king

is like throwing out two dice and expecting to hit one

Whether stray bullet or big gun the bullseye 

to fools lie, telling em to swell in their hearts

Went against the wind propelling and parts of a plane Jane 

Bidding for the melanin arts to be reign claimed 

# By some fella with a Cinderella umbrella 

# Seller with smooth like groove that can run Stella 

forth with a fifth of the nip and a new trip and faaall 

making nude autumn wanna get up too

The risk of a bid up flew 

with the birds who think mere words can alter a flight 

With no salve or a solving her sight

Then I'm guessing the nest to a bird chest is taller in height [well measure!]

cuz if a one eyed pirate can find treasure

With just a hook, a black patch, and a wooden leg

Then surely the two-eyed kind can align pleasure

With a thigh showing, even knowing that he shouldn't beg

[I think it’s glam you reexamine pink salmon

And feature ham and bring Pam, if she's family, 

then tell her send a friend instead but I'm getting head 

and thank you for the recommend cuz when I'm in the bed it's never defiled 

all’s fair in war and fucking, spot me, 

I'm not the children of the corn, Im shucking, 

so if you ignore this bucking thinking sucking’s off the table

then tell the head lady at Cox to free cable, Yeah, 

I got the hook up, as master of the p, 

that's the queue, for the triple x pastor with a fee, 

it's attached to the passion and the fact that you're asking me, 

relaxing like the package can't go back to the factory

[The macking’s just a matter of dinner rather

Extra cheese for a quick teasing even when the sinners gather]

Hey Hey Hey…. stop right ight there….

Oh my bad *laugh*

But I'm making myself clear though, right? Okay!