Doggy-Style-Biscuits

VERSE 1 Whether you’re amateur, immature, either or... They took the tether off his leg, he step in the door, record store... She say she met him for, metaphor... After the show, second floor She want a bone... A dinosaur You think I’m lyin’(Lion) I can let it roar... So why you think she at the dresser drawer? What she gettin naked for? He pulled his weapon on it... She surrendered with no protection on her “body is a temple” he said “Thank the Lord” Call it religious or sec-u-lore... They’re blessed-be-yond, the reg-u-lore Sweeter than honey moons Let’em resort... Rest a shore (assure)... Like love birds of a feather, together flockin’ forever more... Exaggeration- Read between, the rapper lines Battered her eyes, now it’s “Hammer time”- to strategize... Rick James was the record on... He the King, she the Queen... With or without a checker board VERSE 2 It’s a thin line... Between love and strong feelings... And that can include love Could be over ya head You still fall thru the ceiling A puppet on a string A lean dream, steaming a string bean, in jeans I float like a butterfly wing Bumble like a bee Rumble like a ding ding Jungle in the ring Double on the sting Butterfly knife, couple swings Cut like a Upper swing... Make ya’ stomach sing, like a big-boned lady Voice shatterin’ Glass droppin’ Black coat White phantom Black opera Second act harder Coming like sap lava Cussin’ like a cab driver Can’t Dodge a Ram Charger Same thing like sewer and tap water I rather dig a well where the bucket splash harder Try to minus or divide it you got a math problem Some dummies still trynna to add it up in their noggin