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I'm His Nigger
 
In a dark booth of full on lust
The two of us in heat like wild wolves
He takes my stinkin' cock in his mouth
Tender skin grating against teeth
The two of us in heat like wild wolves
Under the influence of booze
As tender skin grates against his teeth
I'm his banjee boy behind a latch-locked door of lust
Stumbling over myself under the influence of booze
In my rhinestone-studded bandana, the Ray-ban sun glasses,
I'm his nigger behind a latch-lock door of lust.
He thinks I got a Mandingo dick
With a rhinestone-studded cockring; bloodshot eyes behind Rayban sunglasses
He's a drunken bitch in red Chuck Taylor's;
Who thinks I got a Mandingo dick
But I'm just punch drunk as shit off vodka tonics.
I'm his b-boy fantasy, tonight:
His face smothered like pork chops in my groin
His flammable breath singes the hairs
As I cringe to his teeth grazing tender skin,
Face smothered in musty pubes.
"You like that nigger," he asks
As I cringe to his teeth grazing tender meat
In a partition that reeked of poppers,
I'm his nigger 
Fucking the face of this punch drunk pussy boy
While I cringe to teeth breaking the skin of tender meat
Until I couldn't take the pain
Of this punch drunk pussy boy
Who couldn't suck a dick for shit.
Broke the skin from its tender meat
As I suffered in agony for a blowjob of any sort.

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