Trapped in the Closet: Part 13

R. Kelly/The Narrator continues the saga...

In the music studio/
Workin' on the next chapter/
I can only hope that this one can produce as much laughter/
It's the next morning...after another night of fun/
I brought the girl from last night over for inspiration/
And I look down...she's still sleeping/
Her dimples so perfect I almost start weeping/
But then I get this feeling/
Can't really explain it/
I know what it is, but my attorneys tell me I can't say it/
It starts from the middle of my body/
And spreads all over/
I'm about to explode cause my cup runneth over/
But before I can do anything/
She opens her eyes and suddenly wakes up/
I quickly try and zip up/
Thank God she doesn't see/
That I was about to pee/
Dammit...dammit...dammit/
If I tried to do it now she wouldn't have it/
Cause even though she can't vote, join the army, or drive a car/
I don't think with this girl I'd get very far/
So now that she's awake/
I guess it's too late/
Back to work I go on this crap/
Meanwhile she puts her brace face in my lap/
But that's never as much fun/
As relieving yourself on a young one/
She stops/
There's a knock.../
Knock...knock on the studio door/
I hope it's a 14 year old whore/
We both look up and see/
A white dude looking at me/
And he looks pissed but not in that good way/
And I'm like why don't you just go away/
But he says that ain't happenin'/
I'm here to stop all this from happenin'/
And I say what/
And he says you know/
But I say I don't know/
And he says let me spell it out for you, man/
I've been your biggest fan/
And now you're ruining everything/
By doing this trapped in the closet thing/
It's fucking horrible/
And you're a laughingstock/
You'd a been better off getting caught sucking 14 year old cock/
But I have enough of this white boy/
Pull out my baretta/
And start to defend my embarrassing operetta/
I tell this white kid who thinks he's black/
That I don't deserve this attack/
Trapped in the Closet isn't what you think it is/
So you don't need to get so furious/
What I'm trying to say is/
This shit ain't serious/
The more they laugh and talk about what I'm doing here/
The less they remember what I'm doing here/
And what I'm referring to/
Is this underage girl I'm about to do number one to/
And I think this white boy finally understood/
That this Trapped thing was really all good/
Cause after it's over and everyone forgets about the peeing/
I can go back to being a genius and making good songs to sing/
And then he said to me/
But don't you see/
With all due respect, Mr. Kelly/
Yes this opera is worse than statutory rape/
Maybe they'll forget/
But before he can finish there was another knock at the door/
I couldn't help but once again hope for that young whore/
I accidentally said this out loud/
And the white boy heard me/
And he added how great an asian would be/
But back to the matter at hand, we got ready/
And we approached the door cautiously/
I had my baretta/
We slowly moved to the door/
We got to the door/
I nodded at him and he opened the door/
I held my gun tight/
He was prepared for a fight/
But before things could get too crazy/
My eyes widened, standing there buck naked was...Jay Z...