Since you know who I am, rest assured I rough women around, have sexual congress with them, and prior to developing a long-term loving relationship I decide to break it off because when it comes to females, their presence isn’t essential to my being. However, while I am with a woman, I take her out of the low property-value area of the city while she’s pleasantly attractive to look at, but I do not allow her to partake in meals or drinks. If she should complain about anything, I will most likely vacate the premises without taking her along before she starts questioning the validity of my attitude toward her. I am most assuredly the precise definition of one who finds and manages clients for prostitutes and engages them in prostitution. My prostitutes hang out in a designated area until primal sexual urges get the best of me and I feel the need to have sexual intercourse. At that point, I head to the designated area and honk my automobile’s horn two times to signal arrival. After they enter my automobile, I allow them to play with my genitals. Many women believe they would like to have an officer of the law handcuff me. They would also like to process divorce papers and take half of my gross worth. Just because they are skilled in the art of fellatio, they expect me to take my earnings and provide them with a luxurious lifestyle? I don’t believe this to be the case; I am frugal with my possessions. I am under the impression that you are clearly making effort to give me a hard time and extremely unlikely to fall in love with any woman, especially not one like yourself. I see myself passionless and cold heartedly pursuing other women regardless of who I am with into eternity. Speaking of which, I’m low on patience this evening and do not like to spend any extraneous time waiting for others…
So please enter my car and let’s get moving. Yes, please enter my car and let’s get moving. We’re in the business of maximally performing prostitution negotiation while spending money and slapping the women in our employ in the face with my African American genitals. If you are wondering the location, it’s New York City, New York. It’s just me and my two fellow rapping friends Patrick Lamont Hawkins and Bernard Freeman. Speaking of Bernard, let’s have a look at his talent concerning wordplay.
Hello. I am at least equal to the previous rapper in the job of managing prostitutes. Additionally, I hail from the southern United States. I believe in unjustifiably collecting up to a million dollars from otherwise defenseless whores while relaxing and taking in the great outdoors. However I just pronounced that wrong in order to make a rhyme, so allow me to reiterate that we’re speaking about my surroundings. Although I am clearly able to withstand any punishment, I refuse to have intercourse with unattractive women who engage in prostitution. No matter what place or time or location, they like to point their fingers at me and announce my direction of travel. Undoubtedly they’re aware that we conceal more than just a simple small-caliber handgun and that we don’t use this firepower over insignificant matters of disagreement. If you can understand the language I’m using in a rather fast-paced manner while speaking, I am trying to indicate that should such a situation arise where firearms are justified you could potentially be annihilated. I will assume that you can’t understand me nor read a book, and suggest that you purchase and comprehend some written material to increase your vocabulary level. Anyway, don’t be surprised when the woman you’re dating joins me on my travels which most likely will happen in plain sight on your street relatively close to where you are standing. We’ll be wearing ridiculously expensive clothing and jewelry clearly beyond what anyone would believe my own income to make possible in order to infuriate you until you can’t stand it any longer. But mark my words, if you act on this anger, I will remove your woman’s clothes and have rough sex with her. You’ll just have to play it off like you’d not witnessed anything. Now, I am going to suddenly forget you exist and start talking about rapping professionally on audio recordings produced by my pal Timbaland who consistently produces rhythmic hooks which sound professional. It’s on this audio track that I am carelessly disrespecting women, and because of that you’d be justified in not approving of this recording. However, if my temper should flare during your disapproval, be aware that my sidearm may start making holes comparable to the large hole that appeared in the Earth’s atmosphere when it was eaten away by CFC’s in the 1990’s. We like to keep women intoxicated and acting abnormally like the next rapper you listen to, who really is about as talented as a rapper can possibly get in this business. So, don’t offend me and let’s proceed onto the next verse located on the B-side of this make-believe vinyl record, but first let’s rap out the chorus with the first rapper you listened to. By the way, you’re a fool.
We’re in the business of maximally performing prostitution negotiation while spending money, slapping them in the face with my African American genitals, and mentioning my friend Patrick Lamont Hawkins. It’s still just us here because we’re in the business of maximally performing prostitution negotiation while spending money, slapping women in our employ in the face with my African American genitals, and mentioning my friend Patrick Lamont Hawkins. It’s just us at this current location.
My eyes are groggy and I look thoroughly worn out from this whole ordeal, but if you direct your attention to this cup I’m holding, you’ll find it full of spirits anyway. All of the automobiles in my possession have leather interiors with wood trim, however, close to where I call home they refer to such features simply as “buck”. Everyone I know would like to currently be having sex so they’re attempting to gain the attention of women at the local shopping center. If one of them should show promise in this endeavor, stick around to watch them fail miserably at it anyway. I mean no offense by this, but I’m aware of my inability to successfully carry out such tasks. That would be why if I wasn’t a rapper, I’d still be riding in freshly polished automobiles manufactured by Mercedes-Benz complete with chrome trim and a selection of alcohol I would proceed to consume whilst behind the wheel. I wouldn’t cease to drink and drive until a Caucasian person compensated me for unknown reasons. I’m not sure what you’re aware of when it comes to black people from Texas, but we’d probably be found traversing the landscape in very expensive after-market automobiles while smoking marijuana and saying things that will eventually end in a fight.
We’re in the business of maximally performing prostitution negotiation while spending money, slapping women in our employ in the face with my African American genitals, and mentioning my friend Patrick Lamont Hawkins. It’s still just us here because we’re in the business of maximally performing prostitution negotiation while spending money, slapping women in our employ in the face with my African American genitals, and mentioning my friend Patrick Lamont Hawkins. It’s just us at this current location.
