Castro Jones (For All The Lovely Little Ladies)
*some sweet sounding female riding my hook like a microphone goddess*
Castro Jones......I've got a Castro Jones....
lol just buggin
your girl's Jonesin' for me like your pops wants cocaine!//i got 16 year old groupies from Tampa Bay to Spokane//underage, i'll still cut her cake, leave seeds that make your stomach ache//come on give me a break//if there's a woman capable of loving me for who i be//then there's a chance i won't be so mothafuckin dependent chemically//infinitely dispelling rumors of me forcing to engage//this bitch drenched my soul in pain and now i'm estranged//is hip hop the only queen that can conquer the unruly?//is hip hop the only queen to appease my fury?//is hip hop the only queen that could steal the heart of yours truely?//well check it as i prosecute and you can be the jury...
won't hear or read me spitting rhymes about pimpin//won't see me flashing dollars like the Cash Money henchman//won't see me pull guns just because i got one//won't get heated over internet cats, i'm havin fun//although one net cat has me heated//not Quietstorm, i'm bored, mission abort, you're deleted//this kid named Jewell caught my attention with the quickness//fuck my dick, she causin mad mental stiffness//givin props where props are do//females can rock too, even though my cold heart makes me wanna lick shots at you//when i do shows, i find myself hit on by hoes//i'm talkin about the nasty one's that fucked all my bros//no chick gave a what before i made some bucks//bought a couple trucks, a crib with a studio, now they wanna fuck//sorry girl, i stopped thinkin with my dick 5 years ago//but if you pack intellect, lets connect like Lego's//i need someone i can build with, be real with//know the deal with, smoke mad kill with//learn to deal with, live poor and steal with//grow to be rich, someone i won't wanna call a bitch//does she exist? i doubt it, so my future stays clouded//put my sorrows paper and with these tears i drown it//you sound astounded, chill out i won't allow it//keep your composure my princess there ain't nothin you can do about it//once a man reaches the point of self murder, he//brings a new definition to the word "maturity"https://at the risk of perjury, i divulge what occured to me//it was love at first site, didn't think she would be hurtin me//then again i didn't think she'd soon turn slut//fuck this rhyming shit, i think my wrists need another cut.
Hey there Castro...you searching for someone to make ya troubles go away...awww..poor thing..nice rhyme, kinda made me think...like damn, thats fucked up...no need for the guy to slit his wrists..just alot of harlots in the world..trying to get their "automobills" paid..whatever that is..but not all of us are like that..look deeper and you may discover what you're looking for right at the end of your eyelashes..(are you reading this)..lolol
CASTRO THA FUCKIN BOMB....
YEHA MARVELOUS SAID THAT !
yo castro that was ill.your girl do exist but you got to find her.
jewell a/k/a divine1 da goddess