Didn't need ketchup or sauce
I only spread lips that said (O)
And tongue that flicked strawberries
Now, burn.*
OK. Calm down. This is an imagined practice sub-text for a rapper or music artist. I am a little bored with the Nigerian artist singing about cassavas and bananas. When are they going to address a woman's needs and get a conversation going about proper eating etiquettes? I don't mind if a rapper sings a diss rap like so.
If you are as sick as I am, suggest these burn lines to a Nigerian lyrical artist. I do not mind, just have him credit me for my intellectual property. Das all!
Miz Conquer.
8/11/2017
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