| Lyrics: | Slob on my knob,
Like corn on the cob.
Check in with me,
And do your job.
Lay on the bed,
And gimme head,
Don't have to ask.
Don't have to beg.
Juicy is my name,
Sex is my game.
Let's call the boys.
Let's run a train.
Squeeze on my nuts,
Lick on my butt.
The natural curly hair,
Please don't
touch.
First find a mate,
Second find a place,
Third find a bag,
To hide
the whole face.
Real name grover,
I said bend over.
I started to knock,
Then came the odor.
Smelt like mush,
Shouldn't had a woosh,
Told her to
stop,
And take a doosh
Once she did that,
I didn't want the cat,
So, I
bailed out,
And never came back.
Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck
My nigga, D-magic,
Said he
had to have it.
I said just forget it,
It's too crappy.
Know a little freak,
In hollywood,
Sucks on dick,
Does it real good.
She'll give you money.
Feel up your tummy,
House full of kids.
Parents all funny.
Once had a
doubt,
Backyard ground,
Hit it from the back,
Enjoyed the sound.
Name under
cover,
Always used a rubber,
Until I got caught,
Fuckin with her mother
She
blamed it on me,
We fought in the streets.
She pulled out a knife,
So I had to flee.
Call up the boys,
Went to her house,
Trashed the whole place,
Threw the
bitch out.
Police busted in,
"Where the niggas at?"
We left just in time,
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