featuring Ursula Rucker
* phone dialed and rings *
 Yo who dis?
 Yo this [edited]
 Yo whattup man?
 Yo whassup dude?
 This is the Black Ill
 Oh whassup G?
 Y'know, yo
 We down in the studio yo
 Yo we got a jawn
 Yo, is she live?
 Yeah she's live
 Sup wit her?
 She's just, real nice to talk
Sometimes I used to knock off
 Word how she be swingin?
 Oh yeah she's swingin like that y'know it's on!
 Oh WORD?
 I called a couple other heads and shit y'know
 Aight, who else who else - who else widdit?
 I mean she widdit LIKE THAT?
 Yeah you know!
 Ain't no bullshit?
 The whole Resevoir Dog squad n shit, we gon' be eight deep
 Oh aight, word
 So come on down, it's on yo
 Aiyyo it's it's it's just us?
 Yeah it's just us
 Oh damn, whassup with some more jawns?
 Oh yes.. it's just her and some weed y'knowmsayin?
Fuck some other shit
 Fukkit, aight, bet, what the..
Y'know whassup for real for real
 Word, yo so come through
 Aight what time yo?
 Like NOW?
 Yeah, come through now!
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,
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