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By coujeaux Date: 2002 Nov 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.15.00.25.20495]] |
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Crowd became th' Red Sea, partin' for her, shakin' her thing, Defyin' gravity I swear, men 'round each finger like a ring. Got nails sharp as razors, usin' 'em to keep the girls away, An' them heels on her feet slice those boys like uptown filet. Reason she's the Raptor, baby, because she's dressin' to kill, Ain't nobody safe from a-huntin', gatherin' that prey at will. Now each night we was there, she own every eye in that place, An' the thrill of her trackin' left blank stares on yo' face. She challenge all comers to try they best to take her on out, So many men try an' every one fail it left nothin' but doubt. After all the ruckus, she laughed an' started up dancin' again, No care inna world 'cept suckers fool enough t' think they win. Then the place started a-shakin', an' the roof went disappearin', Replaced by a pair of reptilian eyes an' jagged teeth a-sneerin'. Man, that ol' boy done come back, meanin' to settle their score, One snap of his jaws an' that temptress got swept off th' floor, I figure she got what she been givin', and this the brutal truth, No sickle-wieldin' maneater a match for bite of a T-Rex tooth. |