“Alicia” by byron seventh
Spectacles, Testicles, wallet, and watch
Oop, better zip up, I’ve exposed my crotch
Skid mark up my pants, now my anus is flossed
Ready to spill something hanus, as ill as Nas
Once upon a time, not too long ago
This rhyme right here, is about a special ho
Not any whore, she’d be worth something more
Ranked as high as Bond’s chick, Pussy Galore
This tale’s from no galaxy far away
Just blocks west the Chi-town Chinatown way
22nd and Cermak, where the Red meets
Ride the Pink until there’s tacos to eat
It was a bit past midnight in Pilsen
Where this whore released something good within
I realized what had just happened later
I even made an offer to date her
The courtyard is where I met this escort
I hollered “FUCK YOU!,” while she played a sport
It wasn’t at her, but to the police
With my head on their hood, the ho made peace
I wasn’t treating my dick to this trick
Though, if she were clean, her butthole I'd lick
The girl wasn’t waving her legs either
Not luring the cop’s leisure with money neither
No, Alicia spazzed just as I had
Waving her arms, though I was the one mad
Alicia yelled, kicked, and slapped the pavement
She had deterred the cops until they went
I had been followed for tossing condoms
I was warming up for later, but for now it was random
Neighborhood watch called from my odd gesture
What I was doing is anyone’s guess for...
...I told my plans with my hands behind my back
The cops chilled; I wasn’t planning an attack
I was warming up my plans for that spring
Something so good where I could earn my wings
I’ve had this dream, it’s been a long, long time
It deserves this: a ten-syllable rhyme
Starting 4-20, I’d dress as Mickey
To clean the streets no matter how icky
Back to Chicago with our Alicia
She told her name; I said “Nice to meet ya.”
The cops had become diffused and confused
Thanks to my toking and drinking abuse
When the cops had left me with her alone
We were standing out our apartment home