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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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