word to your mother

Say her name. Say her name and that's it

He promised. 

When nerves bout to burst 

Trying to put u in a horse. 

Blowing up like blimp

Hauling random shit across the kitchen

 Winding up to Pimp smack you make you Limp. . 

As you flinch, duck for cover, pray for Jesus, beg for mercy, before you get to boxing. Before you say something get you troubling 

Remember 

cry for mother. Marie. Marie. That's all he needs to keep from berserk assault battery

boddie baddie

pardon my french but fuck the rest of you simple plebs

I gotta kinda boddy most u men have only dreamt 

My momma did good, my god did great,

Kinda prententious , or is it obvious, 

But God didn't just give me, this body he blessed it,

After he made me, he sat and had a cigarette

If you have yet to be blessed, by my intense finesse,

I'm, the flyest rhymin goddess,

glad to greet you, grab a glimpse,

this gal is god's greatest gift, 

wild and wet like a rainforest, big like texas

My legs are longer than kanyte west's med list

I got that fire that made hjotz boys form from juvenile

I'm a sirening, come hither, yes bish,ban chick a wow wow

My sexiness 5 star like michilen

i seduce more men than holocaust victims 

My intellect condescends geniouses

baffles doctors and dentists asking me questions 

and wit sharp it pricks when least expectet

Im more than than just physics

 My kindaness rivals mr rogers,

my heart aligns with ghandi's 

My essence arrests your senses

My carress kick you in the solorplexes

My kisses and licks affectionate, just the bestest

My Eyes deep and intense, (trap souls succubus)

My legs renders men defenseless

My breazts the size of everests

My hips turn like schizophrenica 

my thighs thick hard cuz I squat,¹a n not rent

My beauty turns heads like a wrench

My white teeth cause traffic accidents, 

my smile like an antidepressant 

My ass is next if you finesse it

If you have yet to be blessed by my intense finnest

Im the flyest rhymin goddess

wild like rainforest , Big like Texas, 

dont you forget, aint a flex just description 

My throat deeper than Mariana trenches

My pussy fatter than the latest trends 

The collar on my neck give you a new leash on life

Bitch give you new perspective

My arch got men stuttering like torrets

I'm piping hot get you drenched in sweat

I'm tall glass thirst quenching refreshment 

More nutrient dense than a snack, in a  continental breakfast

Skin Suit for you degenerates

Im in my prime my femine sentience  

at apex 

Divine sublime blend of spicy goddess  a brunette

delicious and scrumptious from my toes to my head

I give it up like lent, I'm heaven sent 

Morning after send you to church confess and repentz

Hell bent charm woos serpentz

I'm innocence Beggs u to molest

my energy heavy magnetic intensive

My strut screams for youn to undress me. 

. Attention those who are interestest

If your quest has left you in distress.

Seeking a mistress to address your erections.

At the risk of being offensive 

Now that you mention it. this Skank to rent

My Discretion exceptional, 

my personality professional, 

its no contestMy talented lass, 

Who Loves To play pretend girlfirend

 be the best investment for you gents

discretionary expenses, 2 Benjamin's

text me and connect lets get this ho some sense. 

thebza.square.site

I thank you in advance

TIMES for THAT

In RE: "TIME" as a designator of type of activity, mood, vibe, speed…. 

Since the day I fell from "first class citizen", to "second class citizen" aka the day my car broke down was a remarkable event which shifted my perspective on life itself, and I began thinking and seeing time and space so very much differently than ever before. With the rise of technology and the capavbilities of virtual living, remote telecommunications, and work, the art of staying still became a delicate dance which I would eventually feel as though I was rocking it the fuck out and dancing to this new rhythym, however different it may have been compared to everyone else around me at any given time. After covid, bereavement, and regualr employment ended and I began escorting - i.e. charging for my time, also grappling the cost of living as a single individual, and abandoning any fucks left Muscle memory....

6am is for millionaires, 7 is for the blue (coillars), White men 8 o clock, 10 for the cool kids, 11 for bums, noon for the sweet ass MF's. 

10am -  12pm ...   DISCUSS "DAY" 

12-3pm ; fuck around, get dressed, setting up, handliung business, phone calls, dirtty dusting type shit. 

3pm- elbow grease, work like computer work - posting xxx vids, responding to fans, uploading file management, social media and editing, postg skipthegames, etc

6-7 - food, we can talk and level mood, chop it up, crack some jokes, throw some bows, learn something from another person be it 

ME TIME