* phone dialed and rings *



[1] He-LLO?

[2] Yo who dis?

[1] Yo this [edited]

[2] Yo whattup man?

[1] Yo whassup dude?

[2] This is the Black Ill

[1] Oh whassup G?

[2] Y'know, yo

[1] What?

[2] We down in the studio yo

[1] Word?

[2] Yo we got a jawn

[1] Yo, is she live?

[2] Yeah she's live

[1] Sup wit her?

[2] She's just, real nice to talk

Sometimes I used to knock off

[1] Word how she be swingin?

[2] Oh yeah she's swingin like that y'know it's on!

[1] Oh WORD?

[2] I called a couple other heads and shit y'know

[1] Aight, who else who else - who else widdit?

[2] *laughing*

[1] I mean she widdit LIKE THAT?

[2] Yeah you know!

[1] Ain't no bullshit?

[2] The whole Resevoir Dog squad n shit, we gon' be eight deep

[1] Oh aight, word

[2] So come on down, it's on yo

[1] Aiyyo it's it's it's just us?

[2] Yeah it's just us

[1] Oh damn, whassup with some more jawns?

[2] Oh yes.. it's just her and some weed y'knowmsayin?

Fuck some other shit

[1] Fukkit, aight, bet, what the..

Y'know whassup for real for real

[2] Word, yo so come through

[1] Aight what time yo?

[2] Umm

[1] Like NOW?

[2] Yeah, come through now!

[1] Peace

[2] Peace!



[Ursula Rucker]

I the voyeur, peer, as she begins her, ritual

Paying sexual ties for few and untrue

Words of admiration, translation:

sucker ass, lines, of trash

Spewing from First One's unskilled lips

That beg for pussy tricks that make his dick go quickly limp

She pimps her innocence as Second One demands entrance

through the back door..

"Bend over bitch, you know this is what you were born for;

to dig those soft and lotioned knees into the floor --

and take it in, that sweetly spread ass like a real pro whore"

Her subsequent screams seemed to praise

Sent messages of pleasure and pain to his fuck tainted brain

But her screams masked laughs at his dumb ass

As he quicker comes, then Third and Fourth One just as dumb

Invite themselves to join in

Third One wants to hit the skins old-fashioned style

while Fourth One says,

"Don't she got some DSL's, make a nigga joint just swell,

to think? I wanna sink my inches, into that bitch's,

berry-framed mouth"

So one goes North, the other South

To sanctified places where in-house spirits

will later wash away all traces, of their ill-spoken words

and complacent faces

And then, like their Minutemen, predecessors

Lude, aggrandized sexual endeavors, end up rough

Cause neither one of them could keep that weak shit up

Corrupt, Fifth One steps to her

Hip-Hop clothed just to, think he gonna impress her

"Hey Slim, I heard you was a spinna -- sit on up

top this thing, black dick, and work it like a winner"

With the quickness he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her

But suddenly he, stops mid thrust



*Yvette Smalls' pager goes off*



Seems she nameless to cuz, got his stuff in a death cunt clutch

He fast falls from the force of her tight pussy punch

Just like the rest of that sorry ass bunch

Now here comes Six ready to add his inactive shit to the mix

Talkin smack at that

Saying, "Girl, I'ma wax that ass, and stick that slit so hard,

you gonna be calling me God"

So he proceeds to poke and prod

with clumsy finger and wack sex slinger

"Condoms make me last longer," wrong, cause her

motions of snatch, however detached from the situation

cause his pre pre PRE-ejaculation

It seems she just wastin

good pussy and time on dudes like Number Seven

who ain't learned their lesson

He wants to enter the flesh divine

by dropping a kind of semi-sweet line

"Your honey hole so fine and mile deep; I'm gonna leap

into you like an ocean do you right and make your head spin"

So he jumped in and then, he drowned

Got lost and found in her Tart Canal

Slave to the waves, made him cum for days

Eighth and last One turn arise

Plys her with familiar lies

Even more familiar still, cause

him she used to love

But he never could quite see above, her mound

A pound of flesh is all she was, no name no face or even voice

So poised, she rises -- Phoenix from the flame

Finally bored with their feeble fuck games

She smooth reaches behind her and takes straight aim

at eight shriveled up cocks with a fully loaded Glock

Parts lips, not expressly made for milding dicks

and then, she speaks:



Your shreiks of horror bring me bliss, I must admit

The thought that I could shred your tips with eight quick flips

excites me, see y'all fuck with the pussy

but I fuck with your minds

Lack of soul and respect is the crime

This.. was a set up.. now tell me what..... what's my name?

* gun cocks *