I’m crazy, insane, but the ladies love to give me brain, so let me state my claim
The facts, the ways I’ve been known to act, the way I display myself in my habitat
I’m back, been back, been on this track, trying to run this track, a train couldn’t even smack
My brain back into last week, I’d stop it with my own two feet, standing strong in the heat
Of the moment, I’m opening, and closing, I’m hoping and hoping that I keep going at it
Never stopping, cause I’m addict, I’m not dropping my love for sex, cause I must have it
So now I’m stranded, cause what’s left, all the ho’s and sluts are left, but I don’t want much of that, it’s theft, it’s a shitty fact, but fucking them is like fucking death, how do you react?
I want myself a classy, sexy, intelligent lady who can please me and daze me, use me and abuse me daily, she might even turn crazy on me, go on a killing spree, I’ll be like, she’s with me
Because that’s my baby, that’s my lady, I’m her guy and she’s my CSI
Ladies, there’s only a few CSI left, in these hectic days, they are more precious then a precious dress. Don’t let them get away, cause there won’t be none left
So I play hard to get, and so does she, so I fly her over in my jet, so she can see me
I said I play hard to get, I don’t play dead, I put on my charm and I work till I sweat
Believe me, in bed, she’s a freak, she defines freak, she’ll have the whole bed wet cause when I speak with my words, she melts, definitely when my tongue comes out of its jail. It’s released
Releasing all that hard felt sex, what’s next? My fingers, they don’t linger for long before pulling down her thong. I’m a Master, a King, if you want to fuck with me, call me The Don or Kingpin
Cause I’m on it, I’m on, I’m turning you on as I spit with my tongue, I’m rubbing your clit, not wrong, just the right way all along, call it odd, but I don’t play. If you want to fuck a God, come calling my way, cause when I’m done, I’ll leave you in aww
But I’m over that, fucking the sluts, the prostitutes, the hags, the mothers whose tits have begun to sag, I’m not one to brag, but right now Imma brag, cause I’m about to get down
Go down south and never come back up. My mouth will be locked on your pussy like it was a cup
And in it was pussy juice, the juice that I love, can’t have enough, ever.
So I’m in danger, cause I’m getting better, better then I was before its hardcore
Can’t get better if you’re already the best, that’s why I have to confess, I’ve let up
Why? Cause I’m only going to fuck that lady who’s a CSI baby
I take pride, in fucking the classy, the sexy, the intelligent, the benevolent, the crazy
I’m here for all my CSI ladies. They are one of a kind, and they drive me crazy
In my mind in my head, every single day, the way she spreads her legs on the bed spread
Damn why haven’t I found more of this lady, only one, but she’s more fun then the rest of the dead ones that we’re alive, but couldn’t fuck a guy if they had to do it to survive
So This CSI lady, Classy, crazy, sexy, intelligent, has my mind
I’m trapped with her in mind, I can’t adapt, yet I can’t find, I’m stuck on the map
Can’t move, except with these lines, that seem to sooth, that path and time it took to find and have this CSI
No crime scene investigation, unless I’m the crime and my bedroom’s the scene and my lady’s head of the investigation team, then, only then do I let her slip in some sexy lingerie and I admire her from not far away and let her move in her sexy way that just drives me absolutely crazy
Just class, all around her ass, and a triangle of sexiness in between her legs and the intelligence just radiates from her when she bites her lips and makes me kiss in between her hips. I’m loving it, can’t get enough of it, I’m dying for it, I’m living for it, I’m retiring with her, that’s it, she’s my heir
I’m the king, the master of the spring and disaster, but I’m God of the bedroom and that’s only to the CSI lady who doesn’t move faster, but slow, moving her hips on my crotch nice and low
Lonely I could never be, with my CSI girl all over me, and me all over her, kissing all four of her cheeks and both pairs of lips, I’ll never be discreet when we’re behind the blinds it’s our sign to shine and time to be the freaks of a life time
So bad, she’ll have me deceased if I’m not in my prime, cause she’d leave me weak for an eternal time, unable to speak my mind, I can’t talk, why? Cause she fucked me raw and I reached the sky, I was in heaven, than I fell back down to the floor on floor number seven
She brings this out in me, my CSI baby, lady, whatever you may be, not a maybe though, cause this lady is no ho, she’s crazy, but crazy in love with me though, so I go, I let my flow go right up her nose and into her brain as she’s giving me brain cause she doesn’t want to let go. I drive her insane, close the windows so they can’t hear her scream my name as I fucked her, made love to her in a way that would have a mob of people outside trying to wait to see what was on display. Not knowing it was God who rode her out and wore her out until she was sore, no doubt, I have faith in the all time pussy galore, even when I was underage I always had something in store
This is for the one, the one who can stay true, even in the heat of the sun, this is for you
My CSI baby, lovely lady, I go crazy, daily, for you, so perhaps you do for me, since I’m your king, you master, your God of sexual disaster, call my name, Oh God, when I give you pain and pleasure every single time getting better over time, always increasing the ecstasy in your mind
Your body, Sexy long legs, a nice round ass, titties with class and mesmerizing eyes that could make any guy beg, except me, cause I feel the heat, the passion building up as we walk on the street. I see in your head through the way you speak and look at me with those deadly eyes
Poisonous but filled with surprise, you’re like a drug and I’m addict, without you I’d die
With you, I’ll still die, but at least happily with you in my eyes
A CSI lady is the truest of all ladies, you can’t beat them baby, you can’t leave them unless they hate you, and even then, leaving them is more difficult then not breathing, crazy?
Only in the evening, and of course daily, so all the time, maybe? They’re always in their prime, ready for a good time, CSI on the streets with you every week as you feel weak cause you want to pull them close to you, not to speak, but to fulfill their desires, the passion, the sexual fire
That is everlasting, never seeming to stop, never seeming to drop, always feeding off each other like crops.
Damn that’s hot, a CSI, it’s as if I died and reached the sky and God was a CSI, a lady
Not a guy, who then said, she wanted to fuck until we had a million babies to fill up the sky
Make love until we defined love in the dictionary, the definition would be us
Filled with sins of lust and the lust full sins that are a must for this fire within it about to bust
Bust into a bigger flame that would swallow up an entire bus, and we’re like ants riding in on the dust, that’s how strong the love between me and my CSI baby would be, it’s trust
Filling up a treasure chest of trust, can’t never be broken, won’t ever turn to dust, not even when you open it stays filled, that’s a must. The CSI ladies are hard to come by at dusk, when you’re with one, they transform into a freak, yet stay neat, and you can bring them to your parents to meet
A CSI lady, has two places, one above heaven and one below Hades. If you haven’t met them
You must be gay or a baby, but if you met them and haven’t gotten your way with a CSI lady, then you’re just a regular guy who needs a regular ho, so he can live a regular life, fucking it away cause he ain’t fucking his wife. So there ya go. CSI is only what I know, the only way to go, without them, you’d be lost, like having no hope.
And no for all you rich fucks, you can’t pay them, no matter what the cost.
