Cardi D's written by Michael A Gomez June 2026

As Robin da Hood sings and swings in—abducted and taken captive by Cardi D's bosom—like a gangsta in a drive-by, rollin' thru a drive-in, shootin' from hills of wisdom, milkin' 'em, mounting her Double D's that's gonna get 'em like another helpless victim.

She goes doggy on the floor, takin' a good rim, filled to the brim til she blows on his Slim Jim and her twin D's suffocate 'em for the win.

Crash landin' as she clips his wings in the streets of Gotham. She got him.

She clapped with a grim, phat attack from the back, divin' in as she smacked that with precision—stealthy moves of a cat in heat, whose meat would need the purr of erotic fur in Gotham's neurotic streets of sin.

She would win, and Robin would give in as the grey void was filled with confusion over the hero and the villain.

Cardi D purred as she spurred him on, as Robin's song filled the dawn, and she robbed him as the Bat-Signal came on.

She stood as Robin gasped for the breath she let in—face-sittin' Boy Wonder with the mask under her thighs that smothered him.

UndergrOund_Guru Communications 2026