Superstar was written in response to my poetic brother's piece that was posted last week, We love bouncing material off each other. SuperStar Bend over you say Hmm, I like your poetic dialect and verbal wordplay Yet it seems, we have come to this point of... What Aunt Shirley says, As we lay. You said enough is enough. It seems, I've woken the semi silent beast & For me, on my body you aim to feast. Cool, Cool But soul possession My dear sir you have me fucked up! If you think from you sucking on my juices my soul I will give up. Jealousy...even in 25 different languages That ain't me But I promise if I just lay there and do nothing a new level of sunshine you'd see No need to be my Jay (Mine's at home anyway) No need for me to be your Bey. Yet I promise, Im showing a level of modesty, When I say if I give you a taste You'd be my groupie. Like a superstar That's why there is always a line of suitors surrounding me All waiting to get their chance to be my number one fan. Not understanding when I play these games I play for keeps. But warning, Pussy juice laced with something akin to Heroin One taste and your addicted No need for penetration Fuck remembered Me, ...you will forever crave Ducking all your bitches so with me you can satiate This craving, that at the mention of my name make you salivate That beast that was awakened You might wanna but his ass back to sleep Before he's conquered and, in his defeat, He chooses to belong to me Superstar (audio)
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Enough is Enough (by Dell Ursin)Now usually there would be a slick way of telling you my intentions,
Tonight, Its raw dawg No synthetic form of protection To keep my desires away from you, Since all you understand is in this poetic dialect for the night Not to mention this is in my bag I'm not saying let's get together. Me being your Jay You being my Bee,,,, Bu, Tonight, I'm tasting her for your enjoyment No. no. My main objective is to attempt to put your soul in my possession. Through a level of bilingualism That would make a person that spoke 25 languages. Reinvent the definition of the word Jealousy, I wanna exhaust all options On the ways to make your eyes roll to the back of your head So, you can see what you're thinking. Overextend your blood alcohol level Giving you John Legend 'All of Me' Thoroughly focusing solely on you. They'll ask if you're drunk or what have you been drinking. The hereafter will cum later literally as well as figuratively But I'm more worried about the right now, I wanna make you climax sooo hard that you lose sight of your now It'll come back in a few hours As well as the use of other useful extremities But I can assure you one thing for sure Baby, you will remember me! As not only the greatest But also, as that major singularity That separates from the rest. Not solely on what I say, yet how I move My metronome maneuvers at my own pace But at the end it's all intended to soothe you To be able to make you climax However, which the amount of times I allow you to. We've both gotten lucky no need for four leaf clovers... Enough banter back and forth Baby all I need is for you to bend over. Rydell Ursin 2022 Competition I don't know what made you decide to try me. I chill I don't mess with nobody The only thing I can think of is your insecurity I'm thinking, Oh my, What a tangled web she's weaved I'm amused cause I know her But she doesn't know me. Yet I'm the reason for the induction of her jealousy Lil Mama came through giving face, With the hair, the nails, booty and shoes! Not even noticing I'm sitting back in the gap too. I'm chilling with my people Ya know... we're doing what we do. I'm smiling to myself because she thinks she bringing pressure too Ok lil mama looking fly I can't even lie No competition to me but I ought to boost her ego a lil bit and let Rydell go tell her Hi! She came to peep out my scene Cause she can't control her guy I left him alone years ago Yet I'm still the apple of his eye. Thats a reflection of her but instead she wants to play I spy Poor thing don't even know when he's with her, throughout his mind I go. I can't help The impression that I leave I can't help your man is fantasizing about me I can't help What you think is evidence of infidelity Is simply relational debris I can't help your relationship is haunted by my memory. When it comes to him You simply can't compete with me. Competition...Please! You're with him because I chose not to be
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