T Lyrique:

We done we done wit round one
So its back to the basics
You picture my tablet painted
In Victoria's Secret laces
Rip out the paper -And strip me naked
While our tounges is busy tastin
Our bodies is shakin-Your pen awakens
As my tablet is anticipatin-Your lyrical penetration
We creatin- a song with our moans
As the lyrics we makin
While the bass is our hearts' rhythmic palpitions
For too long u had me waitin
Lonely nights wit my Papermate
Lyrically masterbatin
Now Im stimulated and nothin is breakin
This lady's concentration
So lets cut to the chase and quit playin

  poetrys poet:

well let me be ah master on ya illafied tablet
show u ah master wit mag ah pen savage
oh what lol
u wanna use me
him that is
make perfection
wit
songs of love
and get motion sick
slick quick soft
and drip
ah piece of me
fa da hell of it
freestyle fuckin shit
school girl
book bag ride on ya back and shit
play me play wit that bic
smoovly
make heaven
look lovely
more then its said
thoughts off the scale on tablet
inreverse u given head
not i
but c
whos wet in head

  T Lyrique:

No time to erase mistakes
Starin into ya eyes is so captivatin
I got u ejaculatin
While my lyrical juice is emanatin
Its amazin
Yet so crazy- u know we savage
The way we goin at it
Yo bic pen is all up in my tablet
The way u grabbin it
And askin whose is it
Im screamin ''Baby u can have it!'
We at the end of the track
As we both climaxin
The mood is filled with orgasmic passion
Sort of like strident gum-its long lastin
Our bodies is crashing
From electrifying spasms
U bust ink in my mouth
I swallow the rhyme and start rappin

  poetrys poet:

no need fa white out smoke yah leaves like white owl
feel yah shit
wit
white widow
web u up like spider
make ya scream in my vowels
violins play
as i kill ya tablet
fom begining ta the back of book
front page
quoted
poetry poet
savaged and shook
his bic made ill stingray
rite aid gave
per-scrip-ture's free
...i,I'll
recharge my style in
what eva the position given
my position ride'em
like phantom
yes its awesome
grab ah
hold on too life
and poetry
with yah tablet
b cold ta def
make shit drop like caskets
hold on
lets dismantle this
transform
lovely shit ta dreams and bliss
kiss ah lip
catch ah grip
another sheet of u about ta rip
mater ah fact i rite in darkness candels and wax
wit wet sheets we under
locked and loaded
fool of goo
white shit
thicke....
got elmers glue
elm street
pencil led
nightmares
fredy coogerd the scene
bic goes dead
i mean
when he goes too far ahead
doors ajar imean
lines wide open ah fruit full mouth
sheet suckin me
in the open
robin thick bic sing ta
you
put my shit in motion cruise
cruise control
look back threw rearview
see ah kitty behind
fagive and faget whats ran over
when u had ah bic
dats dead
this one is lively
bleed sheets
wit my head