Friday, July 23, 2010

Hot all Over am Hot!



Hot all over am hot!
Aw dog like do out ma tongue drooling
Aw do lass smash door and lie cooing
Hot all over am hot!

Hot all over am hot!
Huu some broad rip ma clothes off now
Am so like ho hooooold ma cock now
Hot all over am hot!

Hot all over am hot!
Uh babe undo top I licksuck ya boobs
Uh big and yos so sweeter than booze
Hot all over am hot!

Hot all over am hot!
Haw wish some bitch lift up her mini
Haw wish some chick rip up her bikini
Hot all over am hot!

Hot all over am hot!
Hey could one lend me his wife there?
How life will cheer if one could share
Hot all over am hot!
Hot all over am hot!
Oops on film they feast all they like
Who own horny jumpy horse we hike?
Hot all over am hot!

Hot all over am hot!
Who can lay me awake till I swoon?
Woe unto her if laid me hands soon
Hot all over am hot!

Hot all over am hot!
Oo jeez calls all ring theres no jenny
Off jerk this jism right off ma Johnny
Hot all over am hot!

Hot all over am hot!
Aw will up wake yon a sojourn morn
Owe ma balls and penis no more
Hot all over am hot!



Thursday, July 22, 2010

That Kiss in the Rain!


Rainy evening be a beginning
Dyin dated only her dear voice long
Dark round heart light abound
Startled ya dog feared the rain to stir
Rain wetted expectations warmed
Transfixed eyes fixed ya mom’s door
All quiet but me rain and love
Crickets silent starin a fool darin the rain
Eternity passed then the world burst
Light speckled outta darkness Angel Fall
Ma body got hot like lightning hit
Mind lost dead for minutes
Warmth touch ma lips back to life
Eyes closed weak to see
Me held firm and kissed fine
Sugar sweet love worlds no words
That kiss was in the rain
Either rain or tears salty felt in ma lips
Groped ya lips for sweetness but were gone
Mama calling madly rain falling badly
Door slam shut light agone
 Wish twasnt the last though it still last
That kiss in the rain!





Monday, July 19, 2010

Born in a Gutter n Raised in the Ghetto




Born in a gutter n raised in the ghetto
But now am a magnate with a mansion in Malibu
I roll in a big sport Rolls and I spot a Rolex
I smoke hemp like in Harlem and Havana like in Hawaii
I ride summer hos in ma own summer house
Nigger, gotta hustle if ya wonna bubble

Born in a gutter n raised in the ghetto
But now am well known from Wall Street to White House
I got dough in Dow Jones and cash in Chase
I hang out  in Hong Kong , London and Long Beach
Bitches mop me up in all beaches from Bali to Mombasa
Nigger, gotta hustle if ya wonna bubble

Born in a gutter n raised in the ghetto
But now I got ma own fuckin show runnin in Fox
Ma own real life is now a Reality TV stopper
I rock the Grammys and rule in the Oscars
Babes strip their bras and bare their bums on seein me
Nigger, gotta hustle if ya wonna bubble

Born in a gutter n raised in the ghetto
But now got a trillion followers in twitter and ma tweet’s news
I headline rock concerts and I run the airwaves
Yaall pick magazines cas am the cover pic on the stand
TV stars let me ass them if only to co-star with me
Nigger, gotta hustle if ya wonna bubble















Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Katie Perry Unreleased Song



Dark in ma soul

Hollow cave without walls
Mass of hard solid darkness
Not a second of a flash
Endless nightmarish
All alone starin darkness
Stared back by ghosts
Despair rips ma heart
Burning liquid drip on it
Alike day n nites
Empty feelings but fears
Am a formless shadow
Weary groping in the dark
Touchin but empty darkness
Ghosts about grab ma neck
Snake fang about bite ma leg
A vampire comin for ma head
Giant rats runnin to me
Monster bats flappin by me
A voice commandin em to tear me
Ma limbs failed on the joints
Am a sprawled heap of waste
Wish someone could lift me
Somebody help me!!
Have cried all I had
Have prayed all I could
Ma voice is failed
God, are you ever there?                            

       

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Justin Bieber Leaked Lyrics

Just wonder

Just wonder
Just wonder how it feels
If I hold ya cute face to me
Look into ya killer eyes
And tell ya, ‘ I love ya’
And tell ya, ‘I want ya
Just wonder

Just wonder
Just wonder how it feels
If I close ma eyes
And put ma lips into ya sugar lips
And munch ya hot smile
And just hold ya
Just wonder

Just wonder
Just wonder how it feels
If I lift ya top and kiss ya navel
Hold ya to me
And stroke ya back
Like ma lirl baby
Just wonder


Just wonder
Just wonder how it feels
If I gently remove ya bra
Hold and stare into ya boobs
Kiss, lick and suck em
Just like ya baby
Just wonder

Just wonder
Just wonder how it feels
If I gently remove ya jeans
Caress ya thighs
Savor the softness
Long hidden from all for me
Just wonder

Just wonder how it feels
If I roll down that g-string
And kiss that tattoo
And stroke that shaven haven
And pat that bum
Till darkness falls in the park
Just wonder

Just wonder
Just wonder how it feels
If I lower down ma tongue on ya
Lick yeah licccck ya clit
Suck sooo suuuck ya beaver
Swallow waaaaah swallow ya clit
Just wonder

Just wonder
Just wonder how it feels
If ya pull off ma clothes
And beg me
To take ya to heaven
Feed ya with the stars n cover ya warm with clouds
Just wonder

Just wonder
Just wonder how it feels

Baby
Tell me how it feels

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Mr / Miss Caster Semenya Is Free to Race Against Women Again!

Caster Semenya has been cleared by IAAF, the world's athletics governing body, to compete again as a woman after undergoing gender tests. Though she has been given the all clear to compete, IAAF did not answer the most important question in everybody's mind: Is Semenya a man, woman or simply both?

From the physique, her muscular body screams masculine. Her face is that of a man, a woman racing against her can easily be distracted from the race by getting attracted to her. I am yet to see a trace of boobs in her chest. I doubt whether she doesn't spot a beard or two. Am I the only one who is seeing a bulge in her short like she got a dick? No, I am not the only one, Australia once claimed she got a male and a female organ!

But why did the IAAF keep the gender tests confidential? What is the ratio of female Semenya to male Semenya?

It seems for now, Semenya, her mom, her dad and IAAF are the only people who can open the Pandora's box on her gender but so far they are not only reluctant but totally unwilling to do so.

Does Semenya has a boyfriend or girlfriend for that matter? For a celebrity of Semenya's status, albeit controversial, she/he ought to be sharing the limelight with somebody special. At 19( if not more, she looks a man of 30), she should be in some relationship.

Where was Semenya born? In some hospital or some buntu? Somebody outside the family must be privy to her/his birth records that would have cleared the gender issue a long time ago. It seems there is a conspiracy to keep Semenya's gender under wraps by all involved.

If you are a gal, will you dare sleep with Caster Semenya in the same room leave alone the same bed?

Monday, July 5, 2010

World Cup Bets: Cancel Outstanding Ones, Default on Others and go Hiding!

World Cup Bets: Cancel Outstanding Ones, Default on Others and go hiding!

For the uninitiated, this might be billed as the last World Cup that people make bets simply because the erstwhile safe bets to lift the World Cup are now very very far away from South Africa. Somebody should be excused for concluding that football maniacs will never bet on a football outcome in this generation. Far from it, gamblers are the most unrepentant lot in the world. It is not that they refuse to learn or that they are unfortunate dimwits, no, it has to do with the deeply ingrained human nature of hope. Everybody hopes for a better tomorrow, gamblers simply take it to the next level.

I am sure the bookmakers too are licking their wounds. With football giants and favorites Argentina, England, Brazil, France, and even the defending champions Italy out, I wonder who might have made a successful bet on this World Cup. Unless you had bet against a team rather than for it out of hate and was ready to lose when everybody else is winning, then you are the only who is smiling all the way to the bank.

I am inclined to label the South Africa FIFA 2010 World Cup, first to be held on African soil, the most disappointing of all time. But no, with a little bit of flashback, I find that all the World Cups have always disappointed me. A little thinking again drives me to the realization that it disappoints all but the winning country.

If you are an African like me, we always have the least of expectations: beating the quarter finals jinx. But since 1986, when for the first time the great Roger Miller inspired Cameroon to the first African team quarters ever; our hopes have always been dashed. Even though Africans always support any African team like it was their own country, God is yet to answer our prayers. In contrast, Europeans and South Americans, with virtually every country having won or is capable of winning the World Cup, would rather an outsider from another continent win the World Cup than a neighbor. Africans subscribe to the bible teaching, ‘love thy neighbor as you would love yourself.’ And they apply it to football.

Africans love football more than any other sport but when it comes to winning the bride, we are always jilted. I wonder when football will learn to return love for love. If you want to know the extent of our love for this elusive sport, simply visit any dusty street, field or footpath, and you will be shocked at how many boys dribble the ball with spectators shouting Messi, Ronaldo, Forlan, Drogba, Etoo, Higuan, Fabiano…the list is endless. And they do it with equal zeal and skill. As if not enough, names of boys born in Africa in this football season reads like the starting lineup of a world football team. Saw on Facebook the other day a girl change her profile name to Mrs. Asamoah Giyan, the Ghanaian quarter finals qualifier hero. Let me not relate in detail how I found myself having won different color shoes in town after Brazil was bundled out of the World Cup last week.

Armed with the realization that only eight teams can make to the quarters, four can make to the semis and to produce the eventual winner others must be sent packing, I have learnt to take my disappointments with stoic calm. Not so with everyone though, four people have taken their lives in Kenya so far over the World Cup. I have also learnt that what makes football fun is the sheer nature of its unpredictability and the fact that we always take our side to be the best till some other team reminds us otherwise.

My advice to people who are/have bet on the outcome of this World Cup, default and go hiding. Never take chances with a game that itself is depended on chance. If you ask me who among Germany, Spain, Uruguay and Netherlands will lift the World Cup trophy, I will not wager even a mere answer of words. I have already learned my lessons.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

HOBBIES OF A PLAYBOY

HOBBIES OF A PLAYBOY




Sleazy boy

Release em

Come on boooy!

Dick it out men

Tell us ya hobbies

Whadja mean men??

Ya mean what me do with boobies??

Damn! ama talkin abou hobbies

Ok men

Love hos ridin

And ass ridin

Whaaat??

Yeah so yeah

Hos ridin men

Nuthin like holdin a hos down

N rockin it up n down the whore nite

Hard, fast and rough

 Rounds after rounds

Till they say oh ha ha haaaaaaaa!

Oh boy!

N ass ridin men??

Tell us whadja do to asses

Oh asses are slow but nice

Hey, n ya gotta watch out

They can kick too

Mount em

Bend over

Go slow on em

N boy they can be hooooot!

Ya ride till they go hii haw hooooooooo!

Then ya let em go

Hobout a pussie boy??

Oh dang!

Ya do that in ya digs

 Smooth em hair

Caress em on da couch

Stroke em in bed

Till they me -a-wuuuuuuuu!

Oh boy!!

Ya a true playboy!