Monday, January 13, 2014

Waiting For The Chaser

(Krosswordze Verse)

/She is my type, five-foot five,brown eyes, thick thighs, chick rides any time I beckon/ As far as fresh ,she comes right out the package/ Bringing rah,rah, and racket/ Is she dope? No need in you guessing/ Very opinionated, most of friends are flavor/ But she is the Sargent Major/ In the army of hot babes/ Got rear for years, I grin ear to ear/ Other brothers give Leers, but her place is right here/ Never is it an issue of neglect or misuse/ I'm her cocoa brother, she's my Swiss misses /In which this is the part that I'm not getting/ I'm saying, I'm not sweating ,she'd never leave/ Or at least I like to believe /But if there is another dude, I think I'll be cool /Naw I'll probably act a fool like Ludacris do/ Not that I'm jealous but if I find that fella/ I'll chop up his spine with helicopter propellers/

(Crocker Verse)
/Kross spoke about a broad, so I'ma speak about you/ How you leave my pockets limp, never say "I love you too"/ Talk to me all the time, undivided my attention/ Speak about your problems, insecurities, & wishes/ How even though you're older, you're not like the other bitches/ Raised lower class 'till you came upon some riches/ Such a negative image when they speak of your description/ They scare of your confidence and defiant positions/ I revel in it baby, dig the vibe that you give/ And my people get live when you're around 'em and shit/ But you stay taking from me, might ruin my future/ Be 40, credit shot, in a rust out Supra/ My exes hate you, said you always had me/ Since '04, on and off, can't last, sadly/ Nights I'd see you out, you'd always grab me/ Back smiling and laughing & pick right up rapping/

(Walter Kronkite Verse)

/No other man competes; you can’t just leave me
This isn’t me mad, angry, or greedy
There’s never been time where I’ve ever been needy
But at this moment, I need you to need me
I want you to want me, in my dreams you haunt me
But in actuality, all you do is taught me
But it’s ok, I swear I’ll love every minute
If this was jail time, I’d be ok with the sentence
Asking you to come home, forget these clowns
We can move to another town if you’ll just come now
Kross don’t know you; Crock wants what he can’t have
Me, I’m the perfect package, I’ve done had it in the bag
If women were butter, I can’t believe you ain’t real
Yeah, I know it’s cheesy, with me you get your fill
Just come home baby, the bed’s been calling
Penis been screaming, so why you stalling?/

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