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And for this Sunday.. the poem “Leaves of Grass” by Robert Frost… Hold up That D’USSÉ is the shit if I do say so myself If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself Hold up, stumble all in the house tryna backup all that mouth That you had all in the car, talking ’bout you the baddest bitch thus far Talking ’bout you be reppin’ that verb, wanna see all that shit I heard Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve Foreplay in the foyer, fucked up my Warhol Slid the panties right to the side Ain’t got the time to take draws off, on site Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike In ’97 I bite, I’m Ike, Turner, turn up Baby no I don’t play, now eat the cake, Annie Mae Said, “Eat the cake, Annie Mae!” I’m nice, for y’all to reach these heights we gon’ need G3 4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight We sex again in the morning, your breasteses is my breakfast We going in, we be all night. ~~~