Ladies and Gents, the value of the vagina is falling faster than the value of the dollar. In the last 6 years, the value of the dollar has plummeted. Traveling overseas, the exchange rate Americans once enjoyed has vanished. Here at home, the value of the vagina has vanished--it is now freely exchangeable, readily accessible and easily discarded.

An item's value is derived, at least in part, from its scarcity. Hard to find items are more expensive. One thing neither men nor women understand these days is that, in the past, men MARRIED, in large part, for sex. Before marriage, a man couldn't get sex, so he had a major incentive to pop that question. This is why men married so young. These days, if a woman doesn't have sex by the third or fourth date, a man can confidently get rid of her and rest assured that he'll sex soon--from somebody.

So many of my female friends complain about the flippant and arrogant attitude of the men they date. It's always like the guy could "take it or leave am." He feels no obligation to show her the respect of letting her know where she--or he--stands. The problem is these women are facing stiff competition from other women who will give up the toto at the drop of a hat. This is not a black woman thing; it's everywhere. Women are failing to understand that, for better or worse, one of their most valuable possessions lies at the intersection of their inner things. So, for women, the free sex phenomenon made their vaginas, and thus their relationship value, free. It's a giveaway, not something men have to work for.

Betta Recognize.

Pissed off, ripped off, lip off get boss

fuck dat, buc dat, snuff dat buff flat

who want what? get stomped up, drop nukes bomb stuff

You feel me? my skill bleeds , dese ill frees kill g's

Made wit mix emotions but to slay is every notion

Danger is my label ima maim ya if I'm able

I blast herbs constantly ya last words honor me

This goes out to all the cats whose bodies i gave errors/
Ya corpse will not rest in peace they call me the grave bearer/

Im a reaper wit dese words fuck ya heaters n ya birds
My poems maimed cats like ST PETERS and NICK BERGS

I cannot stand a b!tch ..who fcuks up to shoot then misses/
Thats the same kinda man who steps to me n lose his disses/<--choker

I dun care if ya said it on ya pirch or ya said it in a church/
You only get props if ya said it in a verse/


I'm a loco wit no logo but im labeled by the popo/
As bad motha fucka/ 40 drinker wit fo-fo's/

A b!tch who keeps running is locked down by fear!

Absent from earthly presence, for these piffling minutes./
Trying to clear my name, from the dents in my existance./

Im speaking to you now, so clueless, and feeling so naive/
But I heard from a pastor, "ask and you shall receive"./

So all I ask you, is why do yor messengers deceive?/
Cus when I prayed for my moms health, u just left me to grieve./

I asked for world peace, and instead we got war./
I asked for fame and glory, and instead I'm here nearly poor./

Feelings ignored, and empty, why don't u live up to yor name./
Who should I blame? For this godless woman that I became./

Why play this game...when I hear were predestined?/
So if Im firing weapons..will I still get into heaven?/

Thats what I thought...

Lord u said it urself..I shall receive if I ask/
So why dont you reveal yorself? From behind that closed mask

Cuz I asked you for cash and mansions, and a better career./
Im asking sincere, cus my house windows are barred up, to keep me from fear./

I look in the mirror, and all I see is my wicked inside./
Cuz when I asked you for inner beauty, lord u didnt provide./

Thot you had lied, but now Im just begging to be blessed/
Cuz I see my mistake now, I just made selfish requests./

No longer seem stressed ,and only ask for non-material possesions./
Cuz I Prayed for forgiveness Lord, and u GAVE ME YOR BLESSINGS!/

FALSE ALARM,! Neffa thought I would be happy to see blood gushing out my cooshie!At first I was sorta excited den I was scared, then panicy, then pain in my tummy, then blood, then HAPPY!

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On an more exciting note. I was at a co-workers apartement, I was talking to her about the whole pregnancy scare when it happen at her place. Anywho, my co-worker ask me to walk with her to take her trash to the dumpsta just around her apt building. We both walked it was dark outside, oyinbo pipul sha dem jos leave window open yuou can hear convorsation see wrrin dem do.

No lies o, we saw this couple fokin each oda, laik real hard. I look at my co-worker she was so amazed, we giggled and went on to ttrow away the trash. On our way back we passwed by the same window slowly and peeked through and they were still at it, we continue to watch. he had her spread eagle, this guy was pretty stacked, you could tell she enjoy am. He then flipped her to doggy, we were laffing they heard us, they both looked at us, but didnt stop. Shit we ran, I was so embarrased, my co-worker stopped and said, "Lets go back" I was laik you dey crase, well she is not naija, but I said Are you crazy. She say, "Come-on I dont think they mind" I con belie she conned me into going back but I did.

I thought I was seeing double so I ask my co-worker, "Are their two women?" She says yes, to our amaze the fello dey gbensh two women. Chineke him get energy for two? Sha I wanted to go, but horny dumb dumb wanted to continue to watch. You hear some moaning see dem sweating, "Yes..yes..yes, oh shit" Na typical words you hear in sex.

I could tell the guy was almost done I tell my co-worker LETS GO! I walk off the co-worker says "oh my God", he bussed in her face!

If not for my period for get horny over that, but I was jos happy to see my period, and a heavy flow for that matter.