Genre: Hip Hop/Rap
Now I'm takin' my shroud and I'm
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
I'm the mutha fuckin' man.
The dick, commanding the bitch to do
My bidding, I'm not kidding when it
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
Stabbin' the guts like a butcher. Put
Ya in a trance. Watch me hump you.
I got muscles in my ass so I hump
At last the eyes meet mine, within her
Abyss I see concepts for the rhyme.
Will be dropped definitely when I see
You, about how you served the
Butt like EU, leave you to me in two
Or three weeks I'll have you whole
Fargo cargo. I know fools who be
It, that's why niggas like me is damn
Celibate. So the next time she puts
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
I'll push definitely my nuts will please
Like the aborigines, I'm from the
From the land down under the
I mash ho's into potatoes. I love to
A fake ho and then make her over.
I'll do Sybill, I'll make the hips swivel
And swerve. I'm licking every curve
They're sprung on my tongue. I won't
Get caught down in the vault 'cause
Lungs help me catch wreck. Yeah
I'm nasty, but I'm not gonna tell you
I'll do, "cause you'll lose reality, you'll
Be acting under the age of 2, like
Loo-loo, yes daddy, fuck me honey,
I owe you money. Gotcha girl, now
Spread the word and tell ya friends
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,
I'll bruise you in between the thighs,
Lookin' for the high, I won't be the
For the binge. They want me to hit
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
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 &
I'm so raw they've got alters for my
And a little incense lit, of course.
Cash, don't trip 'cause Saafir will fuck
Fits. They make pit stops so I can
The cock, brakes are free, but rape, it
Ain't me. Can u dig it? I don't wanna
It if the bitch don't wanna give it. I'm
Like ribbit - leap to the next freak,
Test the ho, I might get lucky and
Me a bisexual. No discrimination as
As I'm facin' the guts, and not some
Cover nigga wit some undercover
Before you bow down to Saafir I
Wanna see if ya
Shit gotta spill, 'cause if not you'll
Clip - you'll go out.
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