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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