Diamonds

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Hey party people can I borrow your time?
I'm gonna kick ya a wicked rhyme
about the universal mystery of time
and other subtle things that are on my mind
 
I like the runaway French girls with doll eyes enticing
carried out on silver platters covered with icing
Embrace every divinity with your vicinity
shake your hot body til you wild and free
 
affectionately setting fire to the birds and bees
girls wanna battle me paddle me saddle me
even girls who never even heard of me attack and so maliciously
checkout my undulating alien anatomy,
attacking a beach volley ball team with no mercy
With bloodthirsty pedigree energy poetry
 
I'm like a platinum sheik with the fresh physique
I rock the dancefloor like a sexual athlete
with magic feet that can never be defeat
Physique to physique, heart beat to heart beat
 
My name is Prince Charming and I'd like to say
I like to hang out in bus stations rescue runaways
I'm like a sexy young Gamara with a super sexy death ray
bombarded by gamma rays at a pent house petting party
My rhymes were written in sweat shops in Uruguay
smuggled across the border by diplomatic attaché
 
round up the Anarchist and have em' all shot
we're going to Paris and shop 'til we drop
Space girls body rock, show me what you've got
using electro-convulsive shock to make the party people hop
Stroking your ocelot on a misty mountain top
make you think metaphysical thoughts on invisible yachts
 
demon diva vixens vamps and under age tramps
vogue with the rogues at my hobo camps
my luxurious living rooms an after hours club
I got ultra sonic bass pushing ol school dubs
 
I got amorous acrobats running obstacle courses
got a ranch in Cucamonga with Arabian horses
wear fur coats to the beach but I never sweat
some one bought my soiled lederhosen on the Internet
 
Where my diamonds at?
Where my rubies at?
Where my emeralds at?
Where my sapphires at?
All the girls in the font and the back
wave your arms like you’re bats
jump around like you’re cats.
Wave your arms like you’re pterodactyls
spin around like you’re fractals.
 
I’m telepathic, know so many demon girls they say its black magic
100 million miles an hours swerving through traffic,I’m telepathic
 
I’m so glamorous
the master mixologist
black magic contortionist
its hard to be modest
 
I got the hottest Prada goddesses
unstrapping golden bodices
eating mescal buttons soaked in golden chalices
 
Everybody bounce bounce bounce,
wiggle wiggle, bounce bounce,
wiggle wiggle, bounce
 
you look cute in your shiny metal space suit
drinking flower wine, acting like a bandicoot
 
I roll through swinger parties in antigravity bubble cities
amoeba saucer crash through the tube of your TV
Martian nobility, too sexy, too sexy Martian nobility
 
Are you feeling sexy? Hot and sexy! Hot and sexy!
Are you feeling sexy? Hot and sexy! Hot and Sexy!

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PrinceCharming
Member since June 15 2019

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