Daddy Long Stroke

I can’t believe this ho is fuckin’ threatenin’ me, like that’s ’posed to mean sumthin’ to me. This bitch needs to let the shit go, for real. I hear Moms’ voice; You’re playing a very dangerous game messing over these women the way you do…A scorned woman can become a very dangerous woman…It’s only a matter of time before you find yourself lying up in a hospital bed…

“Check this out, you fuckin’ nutcase, nobody forced ya dumb ass to do anything you didn’t wanna do, so if you feel fucked over, you did it to ya’self. So save all ya theatrics for a muhfucka who gives a fuck. ’Cause, bitch, I don’t.”

“I swear to fucking God, you won’t know when or where, but I promise you—for every woman you’ve ever fucked over, I’m going to make you pay, if it’s the last motherfucking thing I do.”

“Yo, that shit you talkin’ don’t rattle me. Do what you gotta do and stop fuckin’ callin’ me.”

“I hate you!”

I laugh. “That’s already been established. But you hate ya’self even more. You hate the fact that you miss a muhfucka like me; that you can’t let the fuck go, and move on wit’ ya miserable-ass life. Yeah, baby, you hate me, aiight…”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I hate you ’cause your no-good, black ass ain’t shit! I hate you ’cause you’re a motherfucking user.”

“Yeah, whatever you say. Admit it, boo. You hate it even more that a no-good, black ass muhfucka like me shut off ya cock supply; that I dismissed ya ass wit’out blinkin’ an eye. Well, guess what? Get the fuck over it. Chalk it up as a lesson learned and move the fuck on.”

“Until you’ve paid for what you’ve done to me, I’m not moving on.”

I sigh. “Yo, do you hear how retarded you sound, right now? What you need to do is look in the muthafuckin’ mirror, and deal wit’ the real problem, baby—you, instead of tryna blame me for ya shit.” She starts yappin’ off at the mouth ’bout what she’s never gonna go through again, ’bout how she’s never gonna trust another nigga again, blah, blah, blah. The bitch is doin’ all this talkin’, but ain’t sayin’ a muthafuckin’ thing that makes sense. I end the call wit’ her still flappin’ her jaws, shakin’ my head. This shit is really gettin’ outta hand. I decide to get my number changed the minute I get back to Jersey. I need to shut down all access these nut-ass bitches have to me.

Bitches kill me. Who the fuck they think they foolin’? All that dumb shit most of ’em be poppin’ ’bout what they not gonna do for a nigga. That’s a buncha bullshit, for real; ’specially when it comes to a muhfucka like me. I know I got good dick. And I know how to use e’ery muthafuckin’ inch of it. This long black dick is a ho’s blessing and her curse. It’s what they all want. It’s what they all obsess over. The size of a nigga’s dick; how low he’s hangin’; how much he’s packin’. It’s what they crave. And I’ve seen what a bitch will do to get at it. I’ve had bitches fall in love wit’ this dick; bitches who’ve stalked this dick; bitches who’d run down their own mamas to taste this dick in the back of their throats. Even when they know the nigga attached to it ain’t ever gonna be theirs. Even when they know the muhfucka pipin’ out their insides is gonna be the same muhfucka who disses their asses. Yet, they still wanna fuck; still wanna keep gettin’ this dick. So you tell me. Who the fuck is the real problem, them or me?

I peep my bag comin’ outta the chute, then grab it when it comes down toward me. I head outside. Damn, it’s gorgeous out this bitch. I smile, breathin’ in all the smog. Bottom line, there’s always gonna be a buncha horny-ass bitches out here who wanna fuck, be fucked, and suck down on this nut. I ain’t braggin’. I’m keepin’ shit real. And the real shit is, there’s always gonna be a ho out here who’s gonna always keep a nigga like me piped out and laced up. There’s always gonna be a buncha lonely, low-self-esteem-havin’, lovesick hoes out here who are gonna do whatever they can to have a muhfucka like me in their beds, even if it means they gotta beg, borrow, or steal. Even if it means they gotta keep lookin’ in the mirror e’ery damn day, lyin’ to themselves that a nigga like me is gonna one day love ’em back.