King William - Darling Love

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Uploaded by on Oct 25, 2010

I seriously wish I could record in a studio. The music suffers under primitive, microphone recording. Oh well, it's not too bad anyways.

The instrumental is I'm Not a Player by Big Pun.

Lyrics:

Imagine waking up next to the king, fucked up from last night's fling, smacked up by the big thing, tore'd up, sore'd up, now you trying to kling, hopefully, the king's got a ring for you, oh baby, keep dreaming boo, you can't tie down this playa, he's got a thing for too, many pretty girls, but he is open to some more twists and twirls, and luckily for you, he's got so many pearls, left up in his man-nap-sack, and if your tongue don't slack, then your rack will be under attack, like George Bush smacked up Iraq, gonna be under fire by my god-given AK. Baby girl, you're being awfully receptive, your body's looking so good from up on this perspective, I'm going to solve your body like a shrewd detective, I'm eager to get inside you like my favorite elective.

Creeping in the club with my crew of bunnies, these cuties promised me all their reserves of milk and hunnies, see they liking way I toss around munnies, they like getting drunk off the bottle of the finest rummy, My hoes get on the floor and shake it fast, damn, baby, the way you grind it, I might need a cast, if they knew my intentions, they might think me crass, I'm gonna be here in your life until I hit that ass. Let's jump in my ride and roll up to the crib, gotta hit the store, dick's gon' need a bib, I don't know where you have been, if you're using me for kin, time to rubber up the tin, guzzle down the gin, get it on with our sin, feel the friction feel the strife, give you the king pounding, the pounding of your life.

This is King William, dropping half a million, in one crazy night, this planet's my pavilion. Focused like a soldier, but my rank is civilian, my method regimented when I hit the vermilion. My fingers, how devious, they jockey for position, My mind, so professional, preparing for incision, the tools too large, lubrication's my decision, vagina's so small, better brace for collision. splitting her nucleus like nuclear fission. an orgasm so vast, is what I can envision. Left you feeling sticky in every single direction, courtesy of the monarch's massive royal erection, your g-spot can't hide from my powers of detection, Circling your body, like an advanced infection, you're tasting so sweet like a circus confection fucking like an animal, natural selection.

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  • Hey faggot!

    This shit's epic.

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