Cannabis Preacher
There was a dreadlocks Jah man
called Dennis
He changed his name to Ratty
He never takes the same paths with cops, nor need their help,
because he knew how to plant and sell his weed crops successfully well
He hardly moved with his mates,
because he is always high in faith
He never liked having his bath,
because he hates feeling slippery like a sweating bat
He didn't know maths,
but he always sat and frat in his mat,
while he smoked down jumbo marijuana with his fat pocket friends
He didn't know how to play long tennis,
but he had a very long tennis man hood
And the Genesis of his love, started with a white girl,
called Jennis,
He admired her so dearly,
because of her skimpy outfit
and she also knew how to play long tennis sexy well
But she always ran far from him,
because she only knew how to play with short tennis man hood
and she is a semi-virgin,
who doesn't want a man with such long tennis man hood, which was almost the size of her long tennis bat,
to travel up north, through her virgin Atlantic private part
So she hid and ran continuously,
in order not to get ugly drilled by a long tennis bat
This is the story of Ratty, the cannabis preacher…
Copyright © Femi Joey Oloidi | Year Posted 2012
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