Birthday poem

If peaches were peaches
And multiple ladies was beaches
If the sand on my thighs
were as warm as your eyes
If I didn't smell like urine
Then the birdflu we'd be cure'n
If bitches weren't snitches
pump it up, pump it up, everybody now. word, word.
If Rossi could rhyme than everything would be fine
Last year was Michelle's thirty third
Falafel makes me want to lay a big greek turd
How can you end after a line like that. Peace out, word!


Thanks for the birthday fun!!!