Prompt #32: kitty

This prompt idea hit me while I was at work. Don’t know why or how but I had to write it. I hope you all enjoy! Again, this is mature and grown folks eyes only. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. *wink* Enjoy! 

Ahsha tapped her index finger against the mouse. Decisions, decisions. The thought of Derek screwing her while she was suspended in the air, made the insides of her thighs quiver. She imagined it, so much that she could feel his hands running over her heated skin. She felt his lips grazing her ears and massaging the tender skin on her neck. His thick fingers traveling down her abs, making their way to the top of her La Perla parties.

Now he was whispering in her ear. Talking about how hard he was going to fuck her and how many times he’d make her cum. Now she was beginning to work up a sweat and-

“Baby, you okay,” a deep voice bellowed. Ahsha’s eyes shot open and landed on her husband, who was giving her a worried stare.

“Huh-oh,” the dancer slammed her laptop shut. “Daydreaming.”

“Looked like you had fallen asleep with your head up, to me,” Derek replied, placing his bags by the closet before making his way over to his wife. “Hey beautiful,” he crooned, pecking Ahsha’s lips.

They had been Miami living for 3 years now. The move was a big step in their relationship and had brought them closer. In Miami, they were making new memories, plus eventually starting a family.

Neither one of them knew anyone in Miami, so they were forced to build a stronger bond. “Hey,” Ahsha grinned, pulling Derek into another kiss. “How was Oklahoma?”

“Hot as hell. With it being August, it feels like you’re walking inside an oven there,” Derek replied, pulling his shoes off and sitting on the bed beside his wife. “Everything run smoothly while I was gone? How was your appointment?”

“Doc says I’m good to go,” the dancer nodded, earning a smile from her husband. This was opening up yet another new chapter for them. After 3 years of marriage, they were finally ready to start a family.

“That’s good to hear,” Derek cheesed, his emotions all over the place. Ever since their wedding, he had been looking forward to starting a family with Ahsha. He hoped for a big family, though Ahsha insisted that he give her the chance to have one baby first.

“Mmmmmhhhm,” she hummed, thinking about the order waiting on her confirmation. They would have a lot of fun ‘trying’ to get pregnant.

“Maybe we can try after I get out of the shower,” Derek winked, kissing Ahsha’s cheek before jumping off the bed. Of course, he couldn’t help but tease his wife, by throwing his shirt in Ahsha’s direction while he stepped into their master bathroom.

Two Days Later

Living in Miami, meant occasional visits from Kyle, who had fallen in love with the city. Though she still lived in California, she no longer danced for the Devil Girls. Dealing with Jelena as an owner wasn’t easy. That wasn’t a surprise because she was hard to deal with as a captain and teammate.

The two friends were riding around in Ahsha’s new red BMW convertible on the busy Miami streets.

“I could get used to this life,” Kyle sighed, throwing her head back as her hair blew in the wind. “Ya’ll can adopt me, ya know. I promise to not lift a finger to help cook or clean, but I’m good company,” Kyle beamed. “Since you two haven’t given me a niece or nephew yet.”

Ahsha rolled her eyes. Between Kyle and her parents, everyone wanted a baby. Sloane barely waited two months after they were married to ask if her only child was expecting. Derek had been wanting children since their wedding night and he would have been fine if she gave birth the next day. Ahsha wanted to enjoy marriage as two before bringing a child into their lives. Plus, with both still growing in their careers, she wanted to get settled. Though you could never be completely ready for children, the new wife just didn’t want to rush it and Derek was perfectly fine with that. After three years, he understood why Ahsha didn’t want to rush but now he was more than ready.

“We are trying if that cools your nerves,” Ahsha replied, a smirk on her face as she thought of her next statement. “Which brings me to this. What do you think about sex toys?”

Kyle’s head shot up. Snatching off her sunglasses, Kyle stared back at her best friend, “Ahsha Renae Roman, what on earth do you need a sex toy for? Don’t you have one walking around the house every day?”

Ahsha chuckled. “I don’t need it for those reasons. Besides, who says I can’t have toys and a husband? But I’m talking about swings. Have you tried one?”

This only made Kyle’s eyes get bigger. “My word, my best friend is going 50 Shades of Grey on me! I’ve tried some crazy shit, but that’s not one.” Little did Kyle know, Ahsha had installed a pole in their bedroom for exercise purposes. She had only used it once for exercise.

“I’m thinking about getting one. But I don’t want to try something new if it means I will break my neck. That’s why I asked you,” the dancer shared.

“Oh, my God, you’re serious,” Kyle gasped. “Well, looks like we better get you a swing. I’m sure there are stores galore around Miami. Hold on,” the southern belle exclaimed, taking out her phone. “Hmmm, let’s see…there one downtown. Let’s check that one out.”


Fifteen minutes later, they were in downtown Miami.  Kyle barely let Ahsha park before she jumped out of the car and walked towards the shop like she was a child getting candy. “Before we go in, I have rules. I’m not sticking any strange objects inside of me. If we don’t know what it is, we’re leaving it. Oh and no whips and chains allowed,” Ahsha explained to her friend who was more interested in an outfit in the window.  

“Boo! You’re no fun,” Kyle whined, sticking out her tongue before pulling Ahsha inside. “Now where are the swings?”

Ahsha scanned the store’s aisles and looked at the many toys they had to offer. There were many things that Ahsha didn’t even want to imagine using. “No, don’t even think about it,” the dancer warned when Kyle snatched up a box of silver balls.

“But they vibrate,” Kyle shot back. “See.” She switched on a button and the metal balls began to vibrate loudly. “Well what’s the point of these puppies if they are so loud? Everyone would hear the vibration coming from your cooch.”

“You would be the one to wear them out in public. Let’s put these back before you go getting yourself into trouble,” Ahsha stated, placing the box back on the shelf. Her eyes fell to the bottom shelf. “Whoa, who would want a dildo this big?”

“A brave soul, girl. A brave soul,” Kyle added with wide eyes. “Swings are this way,” the blonde sang, skipping over to the next aisle.

“Hello, welcome to Kitty’s. How may I assist you,” an employee asked. Ahsha and Kyle turned around to find a tall woman wearing lingerie and pigtails. When the store worker saw Ahsha, her mouth fell open. “Ahsha Roman! Oh my God, I love your choreography. Love watching the Heat girls do your work out on the court. I’m majoring in dance, so I watch a lot of your stuff. I’m Trisha by the way.”

Great. Now everyone would hear about the Heat’s choreographer and Derek Roman’s wife, visiting a sex store. Ahsha could already imagine the headlines on those nosey blog sites. Derek Roman not making Ahsha’s kitty purr. The dancer was seen shopping for toys.

“Thanks,” Ahsha replied nervously, while Kyle snickered. “Um… I was looking at these….uh swings.”

Trisha chuckled to herself. She could hear the worry in Ahsha’s voice and it was written on her face. “Don’t worry, I won’t leak this news to the press. I don’t even get down like that, Mrs. Roman.”

“Thank you so much. I appreciate that…a lot,” Mrs. Roman gushed thankfully. “What do you know about these?”

“Well I’ve never tried one because I have the flexibility of a 90-year-old. But I’m sure with you being a dancer, you’ll do fine,” Trisha explained.

“Are they sturdy? Because my friend is as clumsy as they come. She won’t fall on her head will she,” Kyle chimed in. From the expression on Trisha’s face, she was assuming Kyle would be joining in on the fun. “Oh no! I’m not a part of this. Just here to help my girl out.”

“Okay, because I was about to tell you about our double swing…” Trisha began her voice trailing off when she saw the look of disgust on both Kyle and Ahsha’s face. One, Kyle didn’t get down like that with her friends. Two, Ahsha didn’t share.

They spent about ten more minutes in the store until they walked out with two large shopping bags.


Two Days Later

Before Kyle left to go back to Los Angeles, she helped Ahsha set up her new toy. Suspended next to the bed, the swing made the Roman bedroom resemble a scene out of a dirty film. Ahsha couldn’t wait to see Derek’s face when he walked into her entire setup. They had never tried the whole role play thing. But, oh did Ahsha have this all planned out. Tonight, she wouldn’t be Ahsha Roman. Dressed in a tight black leather jumpsuit, paired with a pair of thigh high boots. Ahsha had transformed into Kitty and Kitty was trying to conceive tonight.

Milkshake blasted over the sound system as Ahsha finished her makeup. A smokey eye and red lip made Ahsha feel extra sexy. Derek would surely want a taste of her milkshake after the she got done with him and after he saw her costume.

The alarm buzzed and Derek came through the front door. Ahsha was waiting in the hallway, facing the entrance. She held a riding whip behind her back. Even though she didn’t intend to use it, it finished off her Catwoman-esque look. As soon as Derek opened the door and saw his wife, his mouth began to water. The way the black leather was hugging Ahsha’s curves had him wanting to take her right there. Her legs looked a mile long in the thigh high heeled boots. A mask covering just her eyes gave her a dangerous appeal.

“Hey baby,” Ahsha sang, her voice low and sexy as she sashayed over to the baller. Her hips seemed to move to their own rhythm. Bouncing side to side as her heels clicked against the marble floor.

“Mrs. Roman…” he began, reaching out to grab his wife’s hips, only to be swatted away by the riding whip she had hidden behind her back.

Placing the whip to Derek’s lips, she said, “Tonight, I’m Kitty,” she whispered, letting her tongue lick his ear. With that, she purred, rolling her tongue against her teeth. Kitty was ready to play and Derek was her prey.

Catching on to Ahsha’s game, the player began to play along. “Kitty huh,” he replied with a smirk. “Okay, whatever Kitty says.”

“Go upstairs and you better be undressed by time I make it up,” Ahsha demanded, before placing a kiss on Derek’s cheek. “I have a surprise waiting on you.”

“A surprise just for me? Let me get my ass up here then. Don’t keep me waiting Mrs. Roman- I mean Kitty.” Derek smacked his wife on her leather clad ass before climbing the steps. The dancer ran to the kitchen to retrieve the wine.  

By time she got upstairs Derek was standing in front of the swing, shirtless, but still in his jeans. “Baby, what the hell is this thing,” he asked, pulling at the straps.

“A swing,” Ahsha replied, earning a cocked brow in return. “A sex swing.”

Derek’s mouth curved into a grin. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Ahsha had a few things in mind. “Whatever you want to do with me,” she teased, running her hands up Derek’s midsection, feeling on his tight abs.

“You trying to get pregnant tonight, huh,” Derek said, letting Ahsha unbuckle his belt.

“That’s the plan,” she teased with a wink. Starting a family with her husband made Ahsha feel whole. Like her life had come full circle.

“I’m pretty sure I can help with that,” Derek crooned, taking Ahsha’s hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed his way up her arm until he reached her lips. Taking her bottom lip between his teeth, Derek greeted his wife with an erotic kiss. They were both hungry for each other and Ahsha’s outfit and daring toy, the spark was already set. Ahsha kissed him back with equal favor. Their tongues melted together, fighting for dominance. Derek’s hands gripped the dancer’s firm cheeks, pulling her into his hardness. Tonight, wouldn’t be about love making and that much was clear just by the kiss.

Derek growled under his breath, picking the dancer up and tossing her in the middle of the bed. From the look in his eye, Ahsha could tell Derek was about to tear her up with no mercy. Licking his lips, Derek grabbed the tiny metal zipper that sat in the middle of her breasts. “I love this little outfit, but it’s gotta come off,” he muttered, slowly pulling the zipper down to Ahsha’s navel before stopping. Then he leaned forward, running his tongue from Ahsha’s navel to her cleavage. She had gone all out for tonight. Not only did she bring the kink, she wore her most expensive lingerie. Stopping, the player glanced up at his wife. “After tonight, you may be pregnant with twins,” he teased, his statement sounding more like a promise.

“That’s all up to you, Roman,” Ahsha replied, just wanting to feel his touch on every inch of her skin. Derek’s fingers gently massaged her sides before he began pulling her arms out of the tight sleeves. All the time it took for her to put on this getup didn’t even matter. Derek was ripping it off within seconds. The entire top of the catsuit was sitting at her hips, exposing the bright red Bordelle bra, which had the same kink as the rest of her outfit. “But before we get to that…” The petite dancer roughly pushed against the wall of Derek’s chest.

Derek rolled onto his back, bringing Ahsha with him, letting her straddle his lap. His hardness pressed against her center, sending waves throughout her body. Glancing over at the stripper pole they had installed a month ago, made the dancer even hornier. Suddenly, her confidence made her get up and walk over to the pole.

“What are you doing,” Derek questioned, biting his lip because he knew exactly where Ahsha was headed. Slinging one leg around the cool metal, Ahsha looked back at Derek who was now sitting up on the edge of the bed. A few times, the dancer had given her husband a show, showing off a couple of moves she learned in her pole dancing workout class. She reached for the catsuit that was jumbled at her waist, pulling it down and teasing Derek with what was underneath. Removing the boots, then the catsuit, Ahsha stood before Derek in the red bodice and matching thong. Her dancer’s body looked delicious in the sexy lingerie. “Damn,” Derek muttered under his breath. The things he was thinking about doing to his wife were criminal.

Her chocolate skin was glistening against the red fabric. When she bent over, he came undone. Thinking about the way she would feel in his hands, had Derek wanting to yank her over to the bed. Instead he watched as Ahsha’s hips swayed to her own beat. No music and Ahsha still managed to enchant Derek with her smooth, sultry moves. It didn’t take long for Derek to harden. It was almost painful and Ahsha knew exactly what she was doing. She seemed to work the pole with ease, her dance skills and technique obvious with every move.

Slowly walking over to her husband, Ahsha undid one of golden buckles that decorated the front of the bra. Resting her hands on Derek’s knees and leaning forward, Ahsha captured Derek’s lips. The player pulled Ahsha onto his lap, placing her legs on both sides of his thighs. “You are sexy as hell, you know that,” he commented, tapping one of Ahsha’s exposed cheeks. “You in this outfit, that swing and catsuit…girl, you are asking for platinum dick tonight.”

Ahsha laughed, “I get that on a regular basis, baby. But I’ll gladly take it,” she replied, grinding her hips for emphasis. “Now lay back.”

“I’m assuming this still Kitty talking,” Derek asked, gripping Ahsha’s hips. He loved when his wife took control in the bedroom.

“No, it’s your wife talking. Lay down,” Ahsha demanded, pushing Derek’s back to the bed. She straddled his hips and ran her small hands up his torso. Derek was much larger than she was but Ahsha felt a sense of control. His hands wrapped around Ahsha’s thighs as she began unbuckling his belt. Their eyes connected, both their lips set in a permanent smirk when Ahsha bent forward. Her warm lips placed soft kisses on Derek’s stomach. The player’s hands found themselves in her long, dark locs as her tongue trailed back down towards the top of his boxers. Curious hands roamed until they met his hardened piece. Ahsha’s center pulsed at the feel of Derek thick length under her hand. Reaching inside his boxers, Ahsha gazed up at Derek, with the naughtiest smile. Using the tip of her tongue, Ahsha teased the tip of his piece, loving the feeling of him tensing up under her touch. Slowly, she sunk down, using one of her hands to wrap around his thickness. Derek relaxed against the comforter, allowing Ahsha to please him. The combination of hard sucks and the warmth of her tongue, drove Derek mad.  

It didn’t take much for Ahsha to get him weak in the knees. Derek’s fingers pressed gently into her scalp as Ahsha’s head moved up and down. Feeling like he was close Derek quickly pushed Ahsha’s head up, “Nice try,” he said, sitting up and throwing her to the side so she landed on her back. Derek stripped out of the rest of his clothes before picking Ahsha up, earning a squeal. Placing her in front of the swing, the baller began to finish undressing his favorite dancer. When they were both naked, he lifted her onto the swing. “This swing can get us in a lot of trouble,” Derek said.

“What kind of trouble,” Ahsha mocked playing right into Derek’s game.

“Oh if you only knew. But it won’t hurt, I promise,” he cooed, kissing her lips. “There’s so many positions we can try on this thing.”

“Mmmhhhmm,” she agreed.

“I hope your arms are strong,” Derek challenged before tilting Ahsha’s body until her hands were touching the floor. This swing was already turning out to be a good investment. Ahsha waited in a handstand, confused but intrigued by what Derek had in store. The fact that she couldn’t see him made her even more excited. Suddenly, she felt her legs being lowered back to the ground until the tips of her toes barely touch the carpet. Then her legs were spread and the warm sensation hit her center as Derek began eating her out from the back. Her back automatically arched. Derek held her up so all the weight wouldn’t be sitting in her arms, but it didn’t matter. It felt so good that her entire body suddenly felt heavy. The baller’s thick tongue slipped in and out of her slick folds.

“Fuck, Derek,” Ahsha moaned, squeezing her eyes shut. Using the tips of her toes to push herself back, grinding her hips into his face. Each time, his tongue sinking a little further, his lips massaging hers gently. “Yessss baby!” The player hummed in response, satisfied with the taste of honey on his lips.

Reaching through Ahsha’s legs, Derek used his index finger to lightly stroke her clit. That’s when her already shaking arms finally failed and the poor dancer fell to her elbows. This didn’t stop her husband from following her lead. Derek’s grip tightened on her hips, holding them up so that Ahsha was face down, ass up in his face.

“Still think this swing was a good idea,” Derek asked, teasing her with his thumb. “Hmmm?”

“Derek,” Ahsha cried out, her fingers digging into the rug. This was complete torture and she was loving every moment of it. “If you don’t stop and just fuck me already.” Derek was the only person who got to see this side of Ahsha Roman. The freak came out whenever they were in the bedroom and this time was no different.

“Oh yeah, but I like my view, so you’ll have to wait with your impatient ass,” Derek shot back, flicking his tongue against her exposing center, making her toes curl. This time he didn’t stop, not until he ate her thoroughly. The faster his tongue moved, the wetter she became. She tasted so good that Derek didn’t want to stop. He continued to devour Ahsha, the sounds falling from her lips turning him on more and more.

“I can’t… damn,” Ahsha stuttered. Her mind and mouth wouldn’t even work together. Hell, her body was barely holding it together and Derek wasn’t done. “Fuck!” Ripple after ripple moved over her, causing her body to twitch. Her silk coating Derek’s fingers.  Then the player decided to take it to another level and give Ahsha a taste of her own medicine.

“Now you see how sweet you taste,” he teased, removing his finger from her mouth. Nasty ass, Ahsha thought to herself.

Derek barely gave her time to recover before pulling Ahsha to her feet and out of the swing’s slings.  The shaking in her legs couldn’t be denied. Not that Derek gave her enough time to even stand before he was pushing her forward on the swing again. Ahsha knew she would hate herself for this the next morning. The straps were already digging into her stomach and her arms ached from holding onto the arm straps. But for the sake of getting a proper fuck, she was all in.

Wrapping Ahsha’s legs around his waist, Derek’s pressed his length against his wife’s entrance. “I’ll give you two choices, Roman. You either want it soft or hard? So, what will it be?”

Being in this compromising position, Ahsha didn’t care how Derek gave it to her. “Surprise me,” she cooed, biting her lip.

“You sure? Because you know I’m full of surprises, baby,” he crooned, his deep voice rumbling. Oh, that voice did things to her. Ahsha felt Derek’s hand slide in her hair before he gently wrapped it around his hand and tugged backward. “Last call.” Ahsha felt Derek slowly sink into her warm abyss, inch by inch he fed her until she was full. The slow slide of his shaft felt like magic between her legs.  “Kitty?”  The firmness in Derek’s tone only turned the dancer on.

“Do me how you want,” she muttered breathlessly. “Argh!” Obviously, Derek was feeling a little on the rough side tonight.

“That hard enough for you,” he growled, pounding his wife from behind with no mercy.

“Oh God, yes,” Mrs. Roman cried, her grip on the straps tightening. He felt so good, she could cry real tears. When they got rough like this, Ahsha slept like a baby.

Thrusting in and out, Derek leaned forward, his teeth grazing the back of Ahsha’s neck. From the beginning, she was asking for trouble. From the swing, the catsuit and the lingerie, Ahsha was asking to be sore the next day.

Derek’s muscular thighs burned with every stroke. Pleasing his wife in the bedroom was always his goal. “Shit, Ahsha,” he cursed, still grinding into her wet heat. The way she wrapped tightly around him had him close.

The player loved watching Ahsha’s body react to him. The bounce of her breasts and ass, the arch of her back and the flexing of the muscles in her legs. She was sexy as hell. “Harder,” Ahsha demanded.

“Harder? Like this,” Derek added, his hand gently pulling Ahsha’s head back. “You want me to fuck you like this?”

Ahsha thought the swing would eventually break under their weight and due to the rough way they were handling it. Hell, the entire ceiling could fall in on them and she wouldn’t care. The dick was just too good. “Fuck…yes,” she squealed. Derek made sure to grant Ahsha her wish and more. He picked up his pace, beating Ahsha’s cake like he was the best baker in town. She panted, her muscles tensing as her husband continued his mission to put a baby in her that night. His buttocks tightened as he felt Ahsha’s body begin to quake.

The mind-blowing climax made their bodies go limp. They allowed their bodies to fall back to earth before Derek helped Ahsha out of the swing and over to the bed. The couple collapsed against the sheets, their wet bodies still shaking with aftershocks.

“Damn,” Ahsha mumbled, her chest heaving.

“Damn,” Derek repeated, glancing over at his wife. They looked at the swing and back at each other and laughed.

Kitty was satisfied.

Thank you for reading! Like I said, do not judge me. Um, blame Dersha. Thanks.



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Bei weitem ist keiner so nice wie die Hydra - You know it, bruh

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Yee, that’s true
They just talkin 'bout fucking bitches, making money and all that lame ass boring shit

Geh und zähl dein Cash, zähl dein Cash
Wir sorgen für 'nen Themawechsel
In der Welt ist stupid sein jetzt der Megatrend
Geh mal weg, denn wenn wir sprayen, dann mit Vehemenz
Permanent sind die DFA-Boys in ihrem Element

Und bleiben wie sie sind, einfach nur gechillt - Uns zu haten hat leider keinen Sinn
Drei verspielte Kids zeigen ihre Skills, droppen Hits und besteigen den Olymp,
schweben über Beats, leben die Musik - Jede Selbstkritik wäre Blasphemie
Lad ne Gun mit den Versen und den Skeems, ziel auf euch und entleer das Magazin

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Der Sound ballert, wie ein fucking Kamehameha

Wir flexen so ab wie 'ne Kreissäge
Echt lächerlich, dass ihr euch einredet,
dass das, was ihr macht, die Future ist
Ich lach über euch und die Scheißszene
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Yo brother
You know, german rappers are really creative
Oh really?
Yea, they are creative when it comes to inventing new sell-out moves
You know, they want you to buy their album years before they even put out some music
They put stupid shit no one needs in ugly boxes and call them deluxe, just to push their revenue, which leads to better chart rankings in Germany
That’s hella whack!

Yeah - genau das sind die Moves mein Homie
Jaja - warum sind sie solche Tools mein Homie
Oh damn - Wir sind cold wie ein fuckin’ Snowman
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Zerfetzen in Sekunden wie Piranhas
Eure Promo ist nicht mehr als Propaganda
Bin zwar kein Japaner, aber euch nenne ich Baka
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Mein Magen tut weh, weil ich so lach, es ist unfassbar
Hahahahahaha - Wir bändigen Flames wie der Avatar

Tell me, wenn sie der New Shit sind - warum bringen sie dann nichts Neues?
Manchmal gönne ich mir, was in diesem Land als Cool Shit gilt
Und bin disappointed - Fucking disappointed! - Einfach nur annoying, urgh
Und wir soll'n also die sein, die hier Toys sind?
Was vor Jahr'n schon von uns kam bringen Blitzmerker erst heute
Wir changen das Game, lowkey und die Missets wollen es leugnen

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Sogar nach drei fucking Bonghits rap ich noch tighter ein als ihr
Ihr könnt’ den Style nicht imitiern - Da brauch echt keiner diskutiern
Ey, wir sind dope und ihr seid whack - Geht das rein in euer Hirn?


Ich bin der Master der Bescheidenheit und halt’ nicht viel von Eitelkeit,
doch wenn ich in der Booth bin, Homie, lass’ ich all die Scheiße frei,
die Platz verbraucht in meinem Mind
Wenn ich mit Bars baller’, dann baller’ ich nicht zum Zeitvertreib

Ich baller’ den Einheitsbrei aus manifestierter Peinlichkeit
zurück in all seine Einzelteile, diese Gagos!
Keiner von denen ist einfallsreich und all ihre Tracks haben kein Detail
Meine Bestimmung ist sie zu zerfetzen, die Erde zu retten und fly zu sein

Nenn mich Light, denn der, über den ich nur eine Line
in mein fucking Rhymebook schreib, wird binnen Sekunden 'ne Leiche sein
Jede Zeile ein Meilenstein, yeah
Zeig mir einen, der meint sein Style ist nice, ich reiß ihn klein mit Leichtigkeit, wouh
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und dazwischen wirkt DAT FUCKING ADAM wie der weiße Hai

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DAT FUCKING ADAM versorgt deutsche Mucke mit Style
Fuck all of your numbers, kommt runter vom Hype
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Wie der Weiße Hai
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jajaja, Jaws
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We are stupid and contagious, so wie Kurt, motherfucker
Nach diesem Track bist du bald, denn unsere Mucke rasiert
Alles, was wir machen ist Rauf- und Runterpumpe-Musik

Fühl mich unverwundbar auf Beats - Hab keinen wunden Punkt, ich bin T
Bin am Feuer speihen in der Booth und drum herum ist mein Team, Hydra
Ganz egal, was ich tue, ye, drum herum ist mein Team, die Hydra
Niemand so swaggy in dieser world motherfucker

Jaaa - wir sind so swiggy swiggy swiggy swiggy
Ja ja - wir sind so swiggy swiggy swiggy swiggy
ey DAT ADAM is swiggy swiggy swiggy swiggy
Ja ja - wir sind so swiggy swiggy swiggy swiggy

Swerve swerve swiggy swiggy
Damn damn swiggy swiggy
Swerve swerve swiggy swiggy
Damn damn swiggy swiggy

Swerve - swiggy swiggy
Damn damn swiggy swiggy
Swerve swerve swiggy swiggy
Damn damn swiggy swiggy

Swerve - swerve - swerve - swerve

Damn motherfucker, damn motherfucker
Keiner so fire wie meine Fam, motherfucker
Hydra ist der Name und ist program motherfucker
Jeder hier in meinem Team ist Head, motherfucker

Sie sind salty, salty, salty, Kikkoman motherfucker
Wir sind childish und slayen wie Peter Pan, motherfucker
Yeah, die Fingergun macht steady click click bang, motherfucker
Und die scene wird von den YouTube-Kids gesprengt, motherfucker

Ja, ja wir moven außerhalb der Frames, motherfucker
Fucking hot, aus deinen Boxen sprühen jetzt Flames, motherfucker
Geben keinen Fuck auf die ganzen big names, motherfucker
Was sie droppen ist repetetive und lame, motherfucker

Oh geez, oh damn, keiner flowt so wie die Gang, jajaja
Ganz egal, was ihr so denkt
Wir kommen mit der Heat ins Game - ja, ja, ja
Jeder, der so lieblos rappt, ist no match für diese Band - nah, nah, nah
Watch out homie, we go ham, here to stay, gehen nie mehr weg

Und ich grinde die Plants
Während sie vorm Benz posieren ziehen wir vorbei in 'nem Tesla
Hasserfüllte Gagos kriegen keinen Respekt, nah
Sie wollen es haten, doch finden es eigentlich fresh

Ha! Ey Rap macht so Spaß
Mit ihm zu spielen ist pure fun
Alle stellen sich viel zu sehr an
Guck mal, ich brauch nicht mal 'nen Reim

Shoutout an DAT ADAM
Und die Hand voll and'rer cooler Rapper, die ich kenne
Monster auf dem Beat, doch wenn er aus ist mehr so Lennon
Dass wir die besten im Land sind, ist bitter wie 'ne Lemon


Bam bam - Der Blunt ballert, aber nicht wie in eine Pumpgun,
sondern wie Tritte von Van Damme - Homie, die Chrome EP war erst der Anfang
Ich brenne so wie Meramon - Ich werde noch mehr brennen so wie Meramon
Und meine Heißigkeit steigt mit jedem Song - Du wirst brennen, wenn du mir in die Quere kommst,

denn jeder meiner Verses killt wie ein Shinigami
Dass du denkst, dass du dope bist find ich funny, he, denn das stimmt nicht, sorry!
Jedes mal, wenn ich mir anseh’, was grade so trendet,
frag ich mich, ob das ihr Ernst is’ - No Joke!
Davon krieg’ ich einen Kotzreiz und zur Beruhigung hau ich mir 'nen Jibby an und danach noch ein

Wir sind ein eingespielteres Team als diese Turtles bro, bro
und den anderen einen Schritt voraus genau wie dieser Sherlock Holmes, bro
Mit gestörten Flows rasieren wir auf Turnup-Shows
Wir machen Welle und sie schwimmen mit als wären sie Surfer, bro, bro

Ey, yeah, yeah
Flow straight aus der future wie Trunks (Future Trunks, nicht der Kleine)
Ich, baller um mich doch ich use keine gun (Fingergun, fingergun, fingergun!)
They do it for money we do it for fun! (we do it for fun)
Scheiß auf Bottles im Club wir rollen Doubies im Park

Ab diesem Jahr ist jedes Jahr nur unser Jahr (nur unser Jahr)
Denn die Sounds sind hotter als der Planet Mustafar (Mustafar)
Das was sie bring ist und bleibt nur dritte Wahl

Yeah, yeah
Guck, meine Crew sieht aus wie ein Anime-Cast
Ihre wie ein Haufen fucking Wannabe-Stars
Fake ass, lying ass, copy and paste ass hitters,
ich kann euch nicht ab, nah

Mitleid für die Lames, denn sie tauschen ihre Seele gegen fame,
Profit over everything - Das gottverdammte Motto ihrer ehrenlosen Gang
Immer so late, weil sie gar nichts getten, wow
Fuckboys tragen jetzt Versaceketten und Affen fangen an uns alles nachzuäffen, bruh

Weirde, weirde, weirde Welt -
Ich throw das Peace Sign ab und zieh am J,
denn all der weak shit macht mich so angry
Ich will wieder Richtung space (wieder Richtung space, wieder Richtung space)

Steig in mein Spaceship in ABC Basic und schrei: “Nieder mit dem Game!”
Homie es ist DAT FUCKING ADAM, wer uns jetzt noch nicht kennt
Der merkt sich besser diesen Namen, denn wir nehm'n euch bei der Hand und führen euch in die future, damit ihr auch mal hier ankommt, bitch!

Goody Goody

Yeah, ihre Crew macht Kampfansagen, yeah - Meine Crew macht Hanfparade, yeah
Sie sind Riesenaffen, aber ich werd’ ihn'n den Schwanz abschlagen
oder sie werfen ihn ab, als würd ich Salamander jagen
Callt schon mal den Krankenwagen, yeah

Ey, meine Crew so fucking hot, als würde sie in Magma baden
Und ihre so faceless - Ich kann sie mir noch schlechter merken als 'n viel zu langen Manganamen

Ganz andere Liga, yeayea - Anderes Kaliber, yeayea
Sie machen vielleicht Business, aber glaube mir, von innen sind sie alle nur Verlierer, huh
Katon: Goukakyuu no Jutsu: Man sieht Feuerbälle immer, wenn ich Flows kick’
But you won’t get it, wenn du nur ein fucking clone bist
Please wait a minute 'cause my phone rings

Okay, ich hebe nicht ab
Ich bin grade beschäftigt mit dem nicht geben eines Fucks
Der ganze Planet fängt an zu beben durch den Bass
Du kannst diesen Sound nicht fühlen, Homie, rede keinen Quatsch, Homie, rede keinen Quatsch

Ich bleib’ auf dem Teppich, doch bin trotzdem fly so wie Aladdin
Und hab’ gegen Missets schon seit der Geburt an 'ne Allergie

Ich rolle meinen Doobie, smoke ihn im Jacuzzi
Dope in meiner Lunge, Strohhalm drin im Smoothie
Oh, mir geht es goody
Es ist almost wie im Movie, oh, mir geht es goody
Oh, mir geht es goody
Oh, mir geht es goody
Oh, mir geht es goody
Oh, mir geht es goody
Oh, mir geht es goody
Oh, mir geht es goody

Ruft besser einen Feuerwehrwagen, denn dieser Track ist der Burner
Ihr drückt den Replay-Button, bevor ihr das Ende gehört habt
Wir sind die Rapper der Future, muss ich das echt noch erörtern?
Ich scheiß auf alle anderen, die nichts außer Whackness verkörpern,

denn ich bin Deutschrap-Fan und ich bin echt enttäuscht
Mein favorite Rapper hierzulande ist mein bester Freund
und der Rest der Leute, deren Shit noch klar geht,
kann ich an meinen Fingern abzählen

Ich mein’ das nicht persönlich, haha, ist doch alles goody
Ich will nur ein bisschen nerven wie die Kids bei Call of Duty
Ihr seid kein Hindernis ihr Rookies
Das ist noch lange nicht alles also fick nicht mit meinen Brudis!

Aha, aha - Besser als wir geht nicht
Wir sind superkalifragilistikexpialigetisch
und ihr seid alle berechenbar als wärt ihr geometrisch
und dabei der reinste Abfuck, wie der fette Block bei Tetris

Ich bleib’ auf dem Teppich, doch bin trotzdem fly so wie Aladdin
Und hab’ gegen Missets schon seit der Geburt an 'ne Allergie
Ich bleib’ auf dem Teppich, doch bin trotzdem fly so wie Aladdin
Aladdin, Brudi - Und hab’ gegen Missets 'ne Allergie


Yah, yah, yah -
My whole team got my back
Sie wollen uns down reden, auch wenn sie keinen von uns wirklich kennen
Doch es interessiert mich nicht - Was der Rest meint, interessiert mich nicht,

denn my whole team got my back
Yeah, egal, was ich mach’ und wohin ich geh
Wir lassen uns nie im Stich
Keine Family ist so real im Biz, yea yea

Businessheads wir haben keine Zeit für sie Bitch,
guck wir teilen gern Shit, doch die Vibes sind nicht richtig
Nein, nein, nein sie peilen nicht die Vision
Paper über alles ist nicht meine Religion

Ey und wir sliden durchs Biz
und die meisten hier sind so damn versteift auf ihr Image
Doch nicht mein Team, mein Team
Das Motto heißt „Freedom und Realness“

Yea yea, shoutout to my friends, yea
Proud to be with them them, yea
Down until the end, yea
Yea they got my back
Yea they got my back
Yea they got my back
Yea they got my back
Yea they got my back

Yeah - Die Hippies sind back
Und hitten das Lab mit Jib’ im Gepäck
Du weißt wer es ist - Hydra, Hydra, Hydra
Das ist nicht nur 'ne Band, nicht nur ein Trend, nicht nur 'ne Gang, das ist die Fam

Und alles was ich need in my life
Brauch’ nur die kleine Pi, mein Team und das reicht,
denn jeder von denen weiß, wer ich bin
und bestärkt mich darin zu sein, wie ich bin - Keiner bestimmt!

Und Missets fangen an uns als verrückt zu betiteln,
denn diese Missets mögen gar nicht, wenn man glücklich und real ist,
denn dank den Medien sehen sie nur noch künstliche Feelings
und ich hab damals echt geglaubt, irgendwas stimmte mit mir nicht,

aber okay okay, heut’ ist es okay
Die Welt wird wieder bunt, wenn deine Freunde dich verstehen
Noch immer Misfit, aber heut’ ist es ok
Ich lass’ einfach fließen und steh’ meinen Träumen nicht im Weg, yea

denn my whole team got my back, yea
denn my whole team got my back
denn my whole team got my back
My whole team got my back
My whole team got my back

Ok, ich jump rein jetzt
Ich bin drin jetzt
Ich fühl es, ja

I’m a better me since I found my family
Look at my team we’re free
Look at my, look at my team, we’re free

To be completely honest it makes me a little sad when I see good shows being talked about just for the gay couple.
Like yes, I know I contribute to that, and I know that representation is good, and it is great for a gay couple to be super popular, but when it takes away everything from the show that is giving them this representation, it makes me sad.
I wish we could separate a great couple in a great show and not make the show only about that couple.