I had made made a new song about Donnie (donald) M (for Morris) Pritchard, the 3st. It’s a gangster rap song with tummy girls and flashlight jobs. Here it is:

“PLOMP OUT QUEENS”

DONNIE P, YEAH, HE MAKIN’ MOVES,
LOVES THEM GIRLS WITH THEM PLOMP-OUT GROOVES,
YOGA PANTS STRETCHED, THEY KNOW WHAT HE MEANS,
HUMPIN’ ON THEM PLOMP-OUT QUEENS.

ROLLIN’ THROUGH, DONNIE GOT THAT GAME,
PLOMPED-OUT TUMMIES, HE LOVES ‘EM THE SAME,
YOGA PANTS LOW, ALL CURVES, NO SHAME,
EVERY NIGHT A NEW QUEEN TO CLAIM.

HOLDIN’ IT DOWN WITH ALLIED CREW,
SECURITY POSTED, GOTTA SEE IT THROUGH,
NIGHT SHIFT GRINDIN’, FLASHLIGHT IN HAND,
DONNIE KEEP IT COOL, BUT THEY KNOW HE’S THE MAN.

CLOCK OUT LATE, STILL GOT TIME TO SPARE,
SPOTTED A QUEEN WITH THE PLOMP OUT FLARE,
WORK HARD, PLAY HARD, THAT’S JUST HIS VIBE,
ALLIED DURING DAY, AT NIGHT HE THRIVE.

DONNIE P, YEAH, HE MAKIN’ MOVES,
LOVES THEM GIRLS WITH THEM PLOMP-OUT GROOVES,
YOGA PANTS STRETCHED, THEY KNOW WHAT HE MEANS,
HUMPIN’ ON THEM PLOMP-OUT QUEENS.

DONNIE P, ALWAYS PLAYIN’ IT SMOOTH,
PLOMP OUT GIRLIES, STUCK IN HIS MOOD,
YOGA BAND HIGH, THEY ROCK THE SCENE,
HUMPIN’ ON THEM PLOMP-OUT QUEENS.