#pg797

so

jades a furry.

i mean

Jade: Lose interest up in fauna n' never drop a rhyme of it again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.

Oh yo, but you could NEVER do dis shit.

What marvelous creatures they are. What a thugged-out darin dream, ta combine tha finest qualitizzlez of humanitizzle wit tha elegizzle n' nobilitizzle of tha animal mackdaddydom yo. How tha fuck you wish you could know they ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! To hear one night dem muted pawpadz traipse up yo' stairs fo' realz. A low but thugged-out growl unsettlez yo' slumber, n' as tha sopor seeps from yo' eyes they detect a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass sharp pair of ears cuttin moonlight fo' realz. A mysterious wolven tongue invites. Wouldn't these ears suit yo slick ass, biatch? Would not dis proud as a muthafucka long snout assist you up in tha hunt, biatch?

No need ta answer n' shit. Lyrics slough from tha busy mind like a useless dead membrane as a mo' visceral sapience takes over n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Somethang simpla is up in charge now, a gangbangin' force untouched by tha concerns n' burdenz of tha upright, dat farcical yoke tha bipedal tow. Well shiiiit, it now drives you all up in tha midnight brush, yo' paws whiskin all up in creepers, unearthang wit each bold stomp bright odors demandin investigation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But not fo' long, as you n' yo' freshly smoked up playa must claim tha night wit piercin howls moonward. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Yo ass smoke a weird bug n' don't even care.