EIGHTY-ONE
DeWayne Radford-Mitchell tapped his fingers in a rap rhythm on the steering wheel of his Audi A4 Avant as he drove up the M1 on his way to pay Chloe Macbeth a little surprise visit.
She gonna get my d**k, she gonna get it thick
gonna feel my itch, the f*****g b***h,
she gonna get my c**k, f*****g hard as rock,
she wanna suck me off, like a pig at a trough,
she can’t get enough, she get all ma stuff,
right up that cunt, gonna f**k that b***h from back to front,
she gonna get my d**k, she gonna get it thick.
DeWayne repeated his rap over and over, frequently taking a hand off the wheel to rub his crotch in anticipation.
Gonna make me a record, gotta bro with a studio in Notting-ham, gonna cut me a side, make a million bucks, gonna be the king of the fuckin’ world.
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