UnPoetia:Fresh whore of Bel Air

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Now this is the story all about how

My head got flipped, turned upside down

And I'd like to take a minute just kneel right there

I'll tell you how I became the whore of a town called Bel-air


In west Philadelphia born and raised

On the playground where I spent most of my days

Chilling out, climaxing, relaxing all cool

And all chewing some balls outside of the school

When a couple of guys, they were up to no good

Started making trouble in my neighbourhood

I got in one little gangrape and my mom got scared

And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"


I whistled for a cab and when it came near the

License plate said "whore" and had an ass in the mirror

If anything I could say that this cab was rare

But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-air!


I pulled up to a house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes suck you later!"

Looked at my brothel I was finally there

To sit on my knees as the whore of Bel-air

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