An ode to my Lady(Love Jones rendition)

Say baby....to hell with being your slave...cause I wanna be your master
I've got to admit girl, you're the girl, that's why I stay constipated so I can feel you inside of my soul at all times
And I'm tryna wine and dine, make you cry as I eat..............from your barren garden
Now do they call you beautiful star,
Or the mother of nebular quasars
Woman in space, once in a lifetime like Hailey's comet
Is your name Got damn
Oh was God just damned that he let you out of heaven
Ooo, I like the smile formed by your lips
plump lookin like they can grip my....nah, I'll leave that alone
Talk that talk, walk that walk
Let me hear the conversation yourgives me as you leave my presence
, who am I?
Well that's not important
But they call me Mr. poet of the night
And right now
I wanna be that chill in your right eye, making me die in your left eye, giving you that TLC in between your thighs

Did you get that

The chill in your right eye, making me die in your left eye, giving you that TLC in between your thighs

multi platinum with no music tip, see................

Who am I?
I'll be whoever you want
But right now, I am your FEMA camp
injecting you with permanent disease
And I just wanna give you ebola, that west nile, that without a cure

infect you with that man made seed while your legs are at 45 degrees you see
Make you nightmares turn into dreams,

as you scream while you cream,

ladies, dont that sound like a good dream

Keep that brotha you with
*** yo' man, while you think about me
Let me be your Denzel of your Training Day scene
Cause he can fulfill your reality
while you orgasm to our fantasy
Let me dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream
Who am I?
Well they all call me Mr. Poet of the night
and I wanna be that chill in your right eye,

making me die in your left eye,

giving you that TLC in between your thighs
Is that alright???