If the big city happens to be located in the country, would it slut you slow or cut you quick?
The line that comes to mind when I reflect on Twisted Dick: a man that some say is charming, a crafty cat who many define as cool. In truth the Twisted Dick young man I felt it a duty to speak on, has the wickedest way with words I’d ever heard from a player–ever since I learned the rules.
I see the pimpers approach him–with a watchful eye. And though there be no hatin’ going on, I see the darkness of his eyes just snatched away…something deep inside, that whore-daddy’s swag: even men, can be made a fool. But don’t get me started. Don’t let me start a backwoods fire, no: You see the man, with that ugly twisted dong in his hand; got these bitches in a trance, from what people tell me–its the thang in his pants: making young and old ladies drool.
That mister Twisted Dick is cruel.
Wait I see him now… oh it might be Twisted Dick
If the big city was deep in backwoods country, would it make the game slow, or would she play it out quick.
