Feel a Poem Cummin' on Papaw's Beard...

[justinsmith1]

Call ya’ wheneva’, boy,
Tryin’ hard not to seva’ boy,
You, Papaw, Pat, and me -
Cuz when yousa’ with Deva’, boy,
Bein’ such a cleva’ boy,
Don’ eva’ wanna’ leave.

But yousa’ not trashy no mo’
[Least not last night] -
No hands down no paaants,
Just some Steel Reserve ‘afore.

And makin’ Mike mad cuz
“NO STEEL RESERVE!
ONLY BAD THINGS HAPPEN!”
And guess it’s gotta’ be true.

Cuz Lil’ Kim’s a-blarin’,
Lil’ bloods on da’ arm,
But weeza’ good -
On those couches at Masque-y
Weeza’ always good -
Always good wheneva’.

Yup yup, boy.