Fickle I am not In my choice of women This brotha bends to most types Cuz put simply, I like Women Not lookin for Beyonce’s looks Or even Halle Berry’s waist Spirituality is my taste And besides, last time I checked Vaginas don’t have a face So their make-up and their wigs Impress me not It’s just plastic wrap anyway Sure I have preferences though Blackness (almond to mocha sistahs) Big lips Big hips (gotta check out that real estate for my seeds) And a behind so big It’s always left…behind So yeah I like my women thick But it’s not a must Cuz Amerie CAN GET IT *Self high five* There’s only one law I enforce With no room for retort Good feet If she got in-growns Bunyones Yellow claws Or a corn barrage Exit ----> Oh and of course no odors Or heels that look like shoulders They should be ladylike And not like a soldier’s I don’t wanna think of a landmine goin off Every time I see your feet Now if she can’t get with that, TOUGH NUTS If you want me to have a job Money Looks No gold teeth A car AND my own place You BETTER have good feet Saliva worthy When we in bed, no socks Her feet got wrinkles? BOTOX I am the sockless scientist Pornographic podiatrist Guardian and keeper Of all pretty feet women
"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought