now i'm takin' my shroud and i'm puttin it on my head, not even a semi-fraud more like a demigod in bed-post i be hostin' a buck fifty is the rate so the shower comes late. they call me get 'em sick 'cause i be fillin 'em wit dick. so i get a dance and a candle 'cause i got handles. when i drop a load in the cock, block this if you can. they try 'cause they see that i'm the mutha fuckin' man. demanding the dick, commanding the bitch to do my bidding, i'm not kidding when it comes to rockin' the cradles cat. i don't jock brats. let's use the synonym of gats they play with 22's, i'm like an h-k double m caliber, when i'm in the trim stabbin' the guts like a butcher. put ya in a trance. watch me hump you. i got muscles in my ass so i hump fast at last the eyes meet mine, within her abyss i see concepts for the rhyme. dimes will be dropped definitely when i see you, about how you served the hobos the butt like eu, leave you to me in two or three weeks i'll have you whole wells fargo cargo. i know fools who be sellin it, that's why niggas like me is damn near celibate. so the next time she puts in an order, even if it's a lick, tell her to bob twice and worship the dick
i got a rep, ah, like salt 'n' pepa 'cause i'll push definitely my nuts will please like the aborigines, i'm from the bush from the land down under the asshole. i mash ho's into potatoes. i love to break a fake ho and then make her over. shit, i'll do sybill, i'll make the hips swivel and swerve. i'm licking every curve till they're sprung on my tongue. i won't get caught down in the vault 'cause my lungs help me catch wreck. yeah baby i'm nasty, but i'm not gonna tell you what i'll do, "cause you'll lose reality, you'll be acting under the age of 2, like goo-goo, loo-loo, yes daddy, fuck me honey, like i owe you money. gotcha girl, now you'll spread the word and tell ya friends on the low and lady if you try to play me then i'll take your dough. i'll keep the style simple, so i won't lose you, ho's. i'll bruise you in between the thighs, if you're lookin' for the high, i won't be the syringe for the binge. they want me to hit the crack like a dope fiend. it's all good, but i hope you're clean. 'cause if you're not then you'll rot. cause ah...saafir won't tell you if your shit smell like shit. from 10 paces back you'll be worshippin' the dick.
a true blue collar, when i'm hollerin' a point. they wanna fade blunts, so i can play the cunts. i'm like hunts - slow & thick i'm so raw they've got alters for my shit and a little incense lit, of course. short on cash, don't trip 'cause saafir will fuck for fits. they make pit stops so i can tune-up the cock, brakes are free, but rape, it ain't me. can u dig it? i don't wanna serve it if the bitch don't wanna give it. i'm like ribbit - leap to the next freak, why test the ho, i might get lucky and fuck me a bisexual. no discrimination as long as i'm facin' the guts, and not some under cover nigga wit some undercover nuts before you bow down to saafir i wanna see if ya shit gotta spill, 'cause if not you'll catch a clip - you'll go out.