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Slamin the poet destroyer

Hey P.D. You think you can compete with me But you can’t take the heat Get out of my kitchen Go back to your easy bake oven I am a master chef Dicing and slicing As I cut my lines Like a coke addict Out of his mind You think you can cook But your stuck on my hook And can’t stop staring Hey babe Want to know what I’m wearing Don’t worry I ain’t sharing Once I’m through Putting you in your place Its all for you Just letting you know You’re the catcher I’m the pitcher Hey love Like the feel of my ball In your glove I can throw all day So I hope your ready For a steady Meal of my ways Just roll over And give it up Even though you’re my lover You ain’t got enough don’t make me get rough Trying to hold back What you cant contain Got me on your brain Making you insane Come on auspice Just give me this Tell me I am the greatest And kneel at my feet And admit defeat

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 5/26/2015 5:41:00 PM
How could you?
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Date: 3/3/2011 9:51:00 PM
yes my sweet love... i admit defeat.. but i will only surrender to you... xoxooxoxoox... lol... love... always... p.d.
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Date: 8/19/2010 8:37:00 PM
Lol! Some peeps are funny my sweet love mm mm you will love my oven p.d.
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Date: 8/19/2010 4:57:00 PM
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