Hot Shit

Hot shit something on fire/
Hence the word hot//
Eyes bulge and pop out the socket when you step in the spot/
So hot you make traffic halt when you pull on the block//
The dudes the flock///
So they something like a Siegel/
But I’m a Roc so I wear my beanie//
It’s unreal how you got a dude wishing/
So I dream of genies//

Hot Shit

Beautiful, Carmel-skinned, and under 6ft.
But, are you as good as you look?
What I mean is do you obtain smarts
Cause I don’t need dumb eye-candy
Per-haps that’s why I eat so many smarties
But, you passed some tests now I don’t stress
Or should I say now I stress less
No I aint got the time for games
But, I’ll be your personal game boy
And let you tap all my buttons
You never know you might gain extra man
And exceed far beyond your intended plans
Can’t believe how good you look
Like a Sunday dinner that ma dukes use to cook
Not usually so mushy but, your persona got my emotions shook
Just know that this is a brief synopsis of what goes through my head
When I abruptly yell out HOT SHIT      © 04-07-08

             ~ Black Ty ~