Cranberry

[Verse]
Raspberry blood
Underwater warrior, savage love
Dark jigsaw jungle, the stars and moon sits above
I’m in a purple room with rare tigers
“Pick a cub,” said the merchant I met at the pub
And behind these curtains are wine, exotic women and drugs
I walked in, above was red and purple bulbs
Below were these exotic rugs, more mahogany tables with fine leaves with tea and these shrubs
A fishnet gloved hand camе over my right shoulder
Big beautiful rеd lips whispered in my ear, “let’s have some bud”
My shoulders shrugged, I asked why, she said, “Because”
“Ah, such a cute tiger cub, may I hold it? I see you tryna resist, is this your first time inside the hub? You are so tense”
Then gave me a quick kiss then insist that I sit
She said, “here, try this and take a sip”
In a moment I was drenched, my mind start to drift
I was in a room full of Playmates, a blackbelt, a professor and a comic and a Hindu lady
Is Mister Heavy Mental gone crazy?
The dragon enters into the den of the Chinese cult
The reflection of the light made the room seem like it was lime green smoke
Then out of nowhere here comes the mermaid majesty, the herbs laid gradually, inside of a tray as the cat purred and played happily
She asked, “have you heard of the Maccabees?”
Her face looked disturbed
Then savage passion as he started passing the tea
She said, “this saddens me”
My heart rate increased rapidly like an athlete
As her eyes beamed beyond dreams, distracted me
The full moon, it bloomed in a beautiful room of tapestry
She showed aggression passively
I'll kill her at noon
Primeval princess
I was caught in her web of desire
The moth is 'bout to be fed to the spider
Black widow nympho
She reacts on impulse
I peeped her ways through the incense smoke
Her beauty was [?] like the cobra on the breast of the mummy when you lift the coffin lid inside the left of the pyramid
Her sex was mysterious
Her neck was the Tower of Babel
Her breasts were luxurious
Her ears and navel had such piercings, I touched her earrings, “let us settle our differences”
I was on her sexual premises
Extraterrestrial love unlimited
Her lips were beet red, then turned sour in an hour, fermented, demented positions, switching
Within minutes the daughter of Babylon is risen

[End]
Killah Priest, that shit’s hard, yo
Yo, keep going, Priest
Keep going, Priest

Cranberry blood