A fluyt (archaic Dutch: fluijt),fluit, or flute (Dutch pronunciation: [flœy̯t]) is a Dutch type of sailing vessel originally designed as a dedicated cargo vessel. Originating in the Netherlands in the 16th century, the vessel was designed to facilitate transoceanic delivery with the maximum of space and crew efficiency. Unlike rivals, it was not built for conversion in wartime to a warship, so it was cheaper to build and carried twice the cargo, and could be handled by a smaller crew. Construction by specialized shipyards using new tools made it half the cost of rival ships. These factors combined to sharply lower the cost of transportation for Dutch merchants, giving them a major competitive advantage. The fluyt was a significant factor in the 17th-century rise of the Dutch seaborne empire. In 1670 the Dutch merchant marine totalled 568,000 tons of shipping—about half the European total.
The standard fluyt design minimized or completely eliminated its armaments to maximize available cargo space, and used block and tackle extensively to facilitate ship operations. Another advantage of its pear-shape (when viewed from the fore or aft) was a shallow draft which allowed the vessel to bring cargo in and out of ports and down rivers that other vessels couldn't reach. This ship class was credited in enhancing Dutch competitiveness in international trade, and was widely employed by the Dutch East India Company in the 17th and 18th centuries. However, its usefulness caused the fluyt to gain such popularity that similar designs were soon developed by seagoing competitors of the Dutch. For example, the English shipbuilding industry began to adapt the design of the fluyt during the later part of the 17th century as English merchants, seeing how much cheaper the Dutch shipping was, acquired Dutch-built ships that were captured during Anglo-Dutch wars.
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The division of responsibilities is:
Verse 1:
I've been watching your mama for a long time
And that bitch is fine
Every time I go to her house
She kiss me on the cheek
And fix me something to eat
I know the bitch freaky, yo check it
Cause every time I see her
She walking around half-naked
I'm checking out her underwear
And when she sit down, I can see her pussy hair
And my dick getting bigger by the minute
I'm thinking about the pussy, wishing I was in it
She want me to cut your grass
But I'm thinking about cutting that ass
And I believe I can get them draws
365 cause she passed menopause
I wanna dive in
And bust a nut on them goddamn Depends
Hope she's like you
Cause I'm a make her sing on the mike like Marilyn Macoo
So before you go to sleep tonight
You should know that I'm a be trying to fuck your mama
Verse 2:
Now you can get mad, ho
But you the one had me taking her to play bingo
Picking her up from church, taking her shopping
I was with it but your daddy could've did it
I'm making these confessions
Cause she wearing them tight-ass dresses
I wanna knock the boots and the socks
Hit her with this big fat cock and let your daddy watch
What a great adventure
When I make her suck my dick and knock out them dentures
Don't look so astounded
When I first met her, I told you she was well-rounded
You should've known shit wasn't right
Cause she always taking my side when we fight
And when I go over, she turn on the 8-track
And me and her go way back
Your old man ain't hitting it right
That bitch needs some young pipe
And I'm the motherfucking plumber
I wanna fuck your mama
Verse 3:
I wanna fuck your mama, girl
And have that pussy dripping like a wet jheri curl
When I hit it like a Green Bay Packer
And make that pussy pop like a firecracker
It's hard to concede
But why else would I be painting her house for free?
It ain't for my health
Cause I can make her climb them walls
And take all those Geritols
Whenever I call for you
She telling me all this shit she been through
How she nearly had a heart attack eating chili
And how your pops can't operate his Mr. Willie
She wasn't saying that cause I'm her son-in-law
She want me to stick this bone in her
And you know I'm a do my duty
I had a dream about busting a nut in her booty
And rubbing my cum in her face
And letting that freak have a goddamn taste
I'm a tell you straight up cause I know you hate the drama