9 months ago

The lyrics are all mine.
The image was generated using Leonardo.ai.
The voice and music were generated using Suno.com.

Find my entire book of rap here:
https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749

Here are the original posts, from 2016:
https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/

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EXASPERSPIRATION

I get lost in lines when I line up to find love/
It's like everyone is putting a sign up but I've none,
and no one ever asks me to sign up to find some/
I just keep on looking 'til I find that I'm numb/
My thumbs are fuckin' sore. I do push-ups 'til I can't/
Like my head's a pedal and crashing into metal will help me to find love/
A sign's stuck! I can't pick it up, or a chick, and I'm sick of feeling like I'm tied up and haven't the time to try and do much/
Could you just show me a sign of affection, like the salt from your sweat, by lightly touching, in seasoning, my nut so I get an erection; my cashew of a clitoris stands to attention?/
Go nuts!/
Even just exhale and leave my member for me to touch/
Just breathe much/
Count to ten, exhale, and leave me breathless, ironically, after eating lunch or waking up on top of me/
Your store's a drugstore to me. Your breath's the one I need/
Get behind the counter, go down a little, and yeah, just press that and breathe/
Put pressure on your printer so your breast leaks ink onto a note pad: please note the pad that my tongue will be/
Your dribbling's scribbling on the block of me;
that's like a doodle/
I'm not a funnel-web spider, but a funnel, as submissive as a tunnel so come through me/
Flood me lovingly, half fill my lungs with bad breaths as I struggle to breathe, but the second-hand rum is rubbing me the right way: every second I'm pleasured by the sharp taste/
It's your bath and my face. Then bath on my face/
Press 'start' on my waist with your legs as your legs thick-shake/
Leave me with everything but the need for a neck brace/
But brace me 'til my brace is more than my mind's state/
I won't move my neck, so if you're breathing down it move your face until I get a taste of the product of your exasperation and feminine ejaculation, mixed with perspiration, and keep it coming at me at a fast pace, like it's a crate of coconut paste with some coconut a base, falling like I am; in love with your breaths after you wake up/
I can be your mouthpiece if you catch my nose in your mouth babe/
There's no need for no tape coz there will be replays every other day/
There's no other way to love me so just smother me in the stuff from your lungs every day
like it's your love-spray/
I love dates/
Eat more, say the same, then stay the same, with your mouth agape/
I love waits, in delaying spraying, except when love waits in places away from where I'm staying/
If irate then jump on my face, and I'll get you to a place where you're headed, giving you head in the first place/
I thirst for just getting to first base. It gets me off like a thirsty babe/
Put me in a cage and it's like I'm in a cape and your breath's some windy airspace/
I'll turn in the air like a bird in a birdcage of a college turning in a scholarly page/
Polly wants a chapter and your words are for a first page/
Polly wants to catch some and your breaths are really first-rate/
Masturbate, babe. And forget about breaking a leg. Make a lake!/