Saturday, February 19, 2011

“It Was a Good Day” Verse III

Left my nigga’s house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelfth grade
It’s ironic: I had the brew, she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I left my African-American friend’s house with the money 
I’d swindled from his friends.
I collected a chippie I’ve been trying to intercourse since high school.
It’s ironic: I had the alcohol, she had the marijuana.
The Los Angeles Lakers trumped the Seattle Supersonics 
In national-league basketball.
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep, so deep 
So deep, put her ass to sleep
I groped her large, ample fanny.
I brought forth my penis and penetrated her violently.
And I penetrate so deeply—so deeply—
So deeply that I figuratively kill her hindquarters with my thrusting.
Woke her up around one
She didn’t hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I’m coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
We awoke the next day around one o’clock in the afternoon.
She did not hesitate to call me, O’Shea “Ice Cube” Jackson,”
The top gun of intercourse
—Much like Naval Aviator Lieutenant Peter “Maverick” Mitchell in the film Top Gun.
I drove her to my house, driving with easy confidence!
I took another sip of a potent alcoholic drink
And my hydraulicked car lifted to three wheels.
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn’t even see a berry flashing those high beams
I felt satisfied that everything had gone well.
I dropped my chippie’s posterior off, then peeled away from there!
Today has transpired as a dream in which I have been flying.
I was so pleased I didn’t even notice a policecar signaling me to pull over.
No helicopter looking for a murder 
Two in the morning, got the Fatburger 
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, “Ice Cube’s a pimp”
I saw no police helicopter looking for murders.
I ate a fast casual restaurant chain Fatburger-brand hamburger 
At two o’clock in the morning.
I even saw the light-emitting diode marquis 
On the Goodyear Tire & Rubber Company’s Blimp,
Which read, “Ice Cube is an agent for prostitutes.”
Drunk as hell but no throwing up 
Halfway home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn’t even have to use my A.K.
I got to say: It was a good day.
I am quite inebriated, though I am not vomiting.
I’m halfway home and many people are calling me.
Today I didn’t even have to shoot anyone with my
Avtomat Kalashnikova selective-fire, gas-operated 7.62.39mm assault rifle.
I have to say: It was a good day.

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