I can rhyme too

Im a perv
love those curves
it upsets my nerves
but I have to go
to the show

at the club
in the city
looking at some titties

can't resist
have to touch
only problem was the punch

Let me go!
that I shout
as they come
to throw me out

that hurt my pride
but i don't mind
cuz they don't know
that I stole
a wonderful pair
of her underwear

(For Women)
Roses are Red,
Lemons are Sour,
Spread your Legs,
and give me an Hour

Roses are Red
Violets are Red
I have a Gun
Get in the Van

Umm...do you mind of I borrow this?




Roses are red
lemons are sour,
So, baby open up your legs
And let me in for 'bout an hour
So I can build up in your walls
like plaque on teeth.
Beat the vajayjay up like street fighter
I hope it doesn't queef
Oh, you think I'm done cause I busted one? Hell no!
Come back like the Rapeman and leave you wit a milky booty-hole.
I'm pretty sure I've made my rapping skills clear,
So I'll let this beat ride out
And get the fuck up outta here.

Peace.

What a beautiful poem, Timothy~

I'm going to use my same poem for this one so here I go

Drowning in boredom
I go to IB
I yearn for laughter
I read your post
And pull the trigger

Sexy and I Know It.

La la la
La la
La

Que se passa?

Roses are red
Violets are violet
Ya'll mah niggers
Bachelor of arts

If she aint 280, she aint a lady.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Last statement's debatable
But now I continue
Into a bold new direction, pioneer, blaze trail
Like explorers of old, without fear to set sail
Into the great, vast, unknown- without course or direction
Such as browsing the "what" tag, with the mysterious erection
That calls into battle, your sanity, your wit
To ultimately decide, whether or not you fap to it.

Roses are grey
Violets are grey
I'm a dog