Deez A

Deez A was a champ, man of very few words. He was ready to hit any girl right with curves. He loved them super-size just right in the thighs because they get him hypnotized. He was ready to get’em, like a mad boxer, he was ready to hit’em. He was the champ because he knock’em out in one round. Repeatedly, he was ready to defend his crown. Champ of very few words to say, not knowing someone would take him out one day. Until then, he kept defending, women after women. He was winning. When he finished with one, he ran the train through her friends until the tracks were done. Dirty, I know, but you couldn’t be mad at him. He was a champ of very few words. That loved to hit any girl right with curves. He loved them super-sized, just right in the thighs, they get him hypnotized. He was ready to get’em, like a mad boxer, he was ready to hit’em. He was the champ because he knock’em out in one round. Repeatedly, he was ready to defend his crown. Champ of very few words to say, not knowing someone would take him out one day. Deez A, thought he was Ali. You know “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.” Deez A was the champ until he lost his title to HIV.