So the other night I'm watching the movie 'Big Boss', on the El Rey Network. It's the second feature film from martial artist legend Bruce Lee. In the movie there is a scene where he gets promoted on the job he's working, and the hireups ask him to join them in a small celebration of his promotion. They bring in girls, food, and a bottle of Henny. which my man Bruce proceeds to kick back like it was nothing. Hahaha. Bruce died way before I was born and the movies were old when I was a kid
so at the time I knew nothing about the reputation Hennessy has in black neighborhoods nor it's affects. Now is a whole other story. After Bruce gets drunk he follows suit by flirting with one of the women his bosses brought in the room. He takes her back to her spot and they handle business. It's really comical. Because when he's leaving her spot in the morning he runs right into the girl he has a crush on.
Oh well, she'll get over it, and he'll get over his embarrassment too. Just another case of the affects of that 'Henny on ice'. Just to further my point I got a pic of Bruce and Alcohol.
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| The Henny got the master twisted! Time for that Drunken Fist! |
With that being said I thought it appropriate to post the song that I wrote titled 'Henny On Ice', from my album 'Gone Is The Illusion'. You can also take a look to the right of my blog and see my full album available on bandcamp. Checkout the lyrics written below the audio track as well. Peace!
Verse1
Our. Sexual Positions are literary descriptions
You think my name was Charles the way I lay the Dickens
Seeking true religion put your faith inside my denim
I make 50 shades of gray 3 colors on a pigeon
you chant vagina monologues louder than a riot squad
So trojan man made a condom that could fit my lightning rod
we tried standing doggie and my thrusts collapsed your quads
These magnums are a opus of my commanding charge
pour my henny down your throat now we percolating
you call my cell, to hear my voice, it helps your masturbation
I bare my fangs, wag my tongue, you got me salivating
Through osmosis your oasis in the desert my salvation
Head over heels, heels over head tripping LSD
She must a popped a molly, cause now she sweating me
PCP, oh my god, now I got you biting me?
My game is “G” no one ever gets you high as me!
Hook
Plasma in the frigerator I’m so cold blooded
carpet with rips in it yes I’m so rugged
Fuck it, flow so hard her dams went & busted
Diamond in the rough & no you can’t touch it
Rock in her soft space & no you can’t budge it
From Cambria heights all the way to Nantucket
I need a bitch & Hennesy & the heat that comes from it
What? Hahaha, I know you love it...Henny. On. Ice.
Verse2
It’s Funny just the other week you was wearing head wraps
I never knew you liked being choked while I pull your dreads back
The weave & extensions I really don’t mind that
The natural I can pull it hard though no stocking cap
You invited me over we smoked weed on your sofa
Then you leaned on my shoulder pulled my pants down lower
The fellation always starts out cool
Then its demons head Ras Al Ghul
Alpha females in the workplace your competitive
around me your submissive like your on a sedative
nerds, tomboys, even all the artsy chicks
share my enthusiasm for life and intelligence
we be into mindfucks, teeth marks in her fat butt
magic beast with mad lust, savage in a mat truck
leather & lace a nice touch, candle wax & handcuffs
henny for some back up, pour that shit in my cup
Plasma in the frigerator I’m so cold blooded
carpet with rips in it yes I’m so rugged
Fuck it, flow so hard her dams went & busted
Diamond in the rough & no you can’t touch it
Rock in her soft space & no you can’t budge it
From Cambria heights all the way to Nantucket
I need a bitch & hennesy & the heat that comes from it
What? Hahaha, I know you love it...Henny. On. Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice.
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