Forgive my silence beautiful bosomed babies - shame and a Shoalin style Killa
hangover made me skip my wooing dooties. Woke up and saw my ass in the mirror -
looked like some freaky Planet of the Ape Ass shit in front o me.
But I be all better physically - it's just emotionally I needs your tenderness
babies. I cloze my eyes honeys - I see you out there - wearing nuttin but maybe
yo panties, and that lacy red bra, your skin bein' illuminated by my words in
your cold dark room ...yeah baby - if only I could BE those words shining off
your nekkid, sweaty skin.
Why ain't you writin me babies? I'm just a man... though I admit a fine
spessimen of man - there no need to have no shame darlins! I am an equal
opportunity lover - you just tell the T-MAN when and where baby, and my big
brown beautiful hairy ass will be bumping up and down there quicker than you
can say Herpes Simplex! Don't matter if you too tall (brest-feedin height fo me
babies), too short (Rest ma forty on yo head cuty pie - tho you better be just
short and no junior high girls - coz my parole officer warned me bout you
Mouseketters, know what I sayin - show me yo ID, and I'll show you ma pepee!),
too fat (the belly button girlz, can be an orifice of choice during those
feminin cycles you be havin), too skinny (I ain't too strong a man ladies, and
there be plenty positions on that deck of cards pappa left me we could be
tryin), too ugly (even a dog needs a bone ladies)... and well too bootiful will
never be a problem.
Truthful now - i have been getting a couple babies letters in my box .. and
sure enough I fired right back at their box! Kim, she be dawgin me - GG and
Aimee too... where you at girls - I won't bite you less you ask me too... you
know you need some T-man lovin. Maybe you three could get together - and we can
try this porn style - coz lord knows (hence both his womenz be named Mary)
nuttin better then two womyn's kissin!
Anyway babies - I got a little bidness relationship with a Miss Kandee Hoffman
on Polk St. this evening to relieve some of my biological frustrations - she be
doing some fine work if anybody out there needs any assistance, and her rates
are quite reasonable for the off season - tell her T-Man sent you , and she may
even throw in some latexated protecktion fo free.
Befo I leaves you though think about this - there be three billion of you fine
honeys out there, and we only got maybe fiddy years left on this planet - do
you want to dies just like the rest, or do you wanna be one of the special
honeyss that rises up to the good Lord with a T-Man smile on your face. Time is
precious babies...
Babies, you can put your clothes back on now, and goes to bed... you catch yo
death sittin around in yo panties like that ... and judgin' by yo bosoms...it
be a cold room...
T-MAN