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Rookies go home… Round 3

So erotic noire came with some shit
Spent the last two days trying it
Talking bout his holy tricks
And rearranging me name like ‘Mr Oh means your a h-oh’
But while you hit those lines
I’m hitting inner thoughts and minds
While ya simple rhymes
Are too uncreative to define
So let’s bless em with this
I’m the one sir… Call me Neo
My style comes in fur
Cuz they always feel good-o
My fingers create freaks and my lips are insane…
Ask ya missus, she’ll tell you the same
This battles pointless
You lost why did u accept?
Now we’re just going thru the motions of a chin check
Ask Pashun Nate, she got the same lyrical upset
I use words to grease thighs and play with minds
Come see me for school time
I’ll teach u bout wordplay
Metaphors and structuring
Verbs and adjectives
I should do u like LL did Canibus
My words flash heat in public while she only let’s u shave pubic
I’ve done more with sentences than you’ve done with ya dick
This is the nail in the coffin
That moment when her thighs are up and she’s moaning
Calling for God but all she gets is chocolate filling
And this is just freestyle written
No plans or descriptions given
While you plot and plan, my flow making u insanely driven
To be my mini me
Your an Apprentice mate
With poems you should be ashamed of
Reminding you its the first hole cuz you keep slipping it in her anus
You penis
I’m done with this
If this was on stage, I’ll hold up the Mic then swing it
Like in House Party
Remember, ‘Kid spelled backwards describes your best’
So let this be a lesson for rookie fools
Don’t bite the hand that schooled you
I’ll Blair Witch ya
In the corner
Make you watch
The way my words syringe
I can hear people screaming ‘Mr Oh stop hitting him’
Why?
Rookies need training…
For this massacre your lucky
Your done lil puppy
I rule
You suck
Signed the pied piper of pussy

NOW SAY SOMETHING NOIRE!

Little Black Book – the trilogy – by Mr Oh

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Pied piper of pussy – round 2

This is pied piper poetry
Juicy uncontrollably
Erotic is the school
And I graduated honourably
Left him
Outgrew him
Now he sits ruins
While my wordplay
Creates heated states
Not between her thighs when she masturbates
But in her mind when she recreates
The images my tongue demonstrates
You should postrate
Leave a beef alone, go on a date
Cuz this ain’t for you bro
You don’t want this
I’ve dismissed weaker wordsmiths
With words from her lips
You ain’t there yet
I’ve made hee Oh’s pet
She wanted to see A&E
Cuz she was worried she was too wet
She couldn’t get the concept
We chilled then did it again
Spoke to her inner thighs
Now my name is in her mouth
Like hood folk in the south
“oh no”, “oh shit”, “oh fuck”,”oh yes”
She always shouts me out
Except for when she swallows me down
Schooling erotic noire now
Put him in the corner like a naughty child
Show him how to drive her wild
Teach him words like cuckold
With her hair wrapped round
Oh yes I am
Chocolate man
Slick worder
Go further
My tongue alone makes her nervous
Cuz I’m I’m the dictionary next to pervert
Upskirts and slow jerks
Sweet hurt, long spasms
Ripped skirt, Ohgasms
With you she wants to scream my name
Number of cum she can’t fathom
So now you know I’m not to be messed with
Controlling meaty pies… Shepherd
So when you wake from this whupping
Don’t ask ya girl for some spooning
Cuz her bodys still aching
From an Oh ting….

Little Black Book – the trilogy – by Mr Oh

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The start of some beef shit called “I’d do it again”

“It ain’t safe in the city, watch the throne…” (Kanye West)

Apparently my crown as the ‘pied piper of pussy’ is being tested by a young, excited upstart by the name of Erotic Noire…
He’s a poet who’s come up on Twitter (@eroticnoire, http://www.eroticnoire.wordpress.com) and it seems like he wants to play a war of words…with ME!!!

Like I’m some sort of rookie to this ish…
Well, I’m never one to shy away from a verbal altercation, so I stepped up and now the challenge is set…

We’re doing it old school, back and forth, poem for poem…

But I’m taking a preemptive strike… so enjoy:
“I’d do it again”

It’s not you its me
That crosses her mind at quarter past three
And those random moments when she can’t sleep
That’s because I own her freak
I did it
I admit it
All because your head game is bullshit
Dry strokes and dry licks
Ain’t nothing on my Ohfluence
Those moments she’s biting her lip
Is when she’s trying to hold the OH in…
That bruise on her thigh… that was me
The sloppy head you now get… my teaching
The smile between her thighs…
The new glint in her eyes…
She sips MY drink… Crown royal on ice
See…
She’s been mine from the first kiss
I own both those lips
Had her heated and heavy breathing
Screwed face, dripping and sheet creasing
Never allowing me to leave
I can imagine how you seethe
Knowing that your neighbours know my name
She told the postman I’m to blame
Milkman hears her scream with no shame
I’m Super Mari-Oh and I got nothing but pipe to lay
So next time your getting some
Feeling like your the only one
Stay off my timeline
Cuz my stories and tweets
Make her sweet
Sweet enough to eat
A delicious moist treat
And if you
As a fool
Believe the best sex is coming to you
Check again
Cuz every day… and THEN some
In every way… she DOES come
Straight sex or roleplay… releasing her freaky freedom
Her pussy answers to me
My tongue inside her feels like make believe
Check her sugar walls
I’ve written in pen…
Yeah I fucked new emotion into your “girlfriend”
I did it, and I’d do it again…

By Mr Oh

(Check out his blog if he has the balls to reply…)

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