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My baby left me
Left me sad and blue
I didn't know what to do…
Without my baby baby baby baby
And then I met his best friend
And he took me to his house
And I said… I said…
(what you said baby)
Here let me tell you what I said
[Hook]
Put it in my mouth
(She said put it in her mouth)
I said my motherfuckin' mouth
(I mean her motherfuckin' mouth)
Put it in my mouth
(She said put it in her mouth)
My motherfuckin mouth
(I mean her motherfuckin' mouth)
Put it in my mouth
(She said put it in her mouth)
My motherfuckin' mouth
(I mean her motherfuckin' mouth)
[Verse 1 - Akinyele]
You wanna go down, why not?
I be like Herbie and Hand-you-a-Cock
And tell you that my name is Ak'
Get on your knees, make like the breeze begin to blow
But don't give me no Ralph Lauren grin if you're not down to go low (deep in my mouth)
I'm all about mouth-fuckin
Only if you down for dick suckin
If not, B.J. and the Bear…keep truckin
And fuck chapsticks
I'm comin ashy as hell, wit chapped dicks
For your chapped ass lips (down in my mouth)
Creamin your teeth like dentists as I'm rubbin them
With an erection like injections, fuck it I be druggin them
Numbing up your tonsils, like Anbesol anesthetic
Cummin down your throat like chloraseptic (take it out my mouth)
No time for apologin.. girlfriend if you..
Swallowin', garglin'
I'm givin bitches permanent beards
Put your lips here and catch these damn facial hairs
In your mouth
[Hook]
Put it in my mouth
(Put it in your mouth)
I said my motherfuckin' mouth
(I said your motherfuckin' mouth)
And you can just eat me out
(Or I can just eat you out)
You can eat me out
(Yeah, what's that all about)
[Verse 2 - Kia Jeffries]
Well you can lick it, you can sip it, you can taste it
I'm talkin every drip-drop, don't you waste it
Baby, slurp it up, it's enough to fill your cup
It's finger lickin good, and I wish a nigga would
Go down kinda slow or even fast
I'm always sprung once I feel your tongue in the crack of my ass
Just eatin me-nigga
Goin out like that boy you pack such a tasty treat
And you can eat me out
[Hook]
But put it in your mouth
(Put it in your mouth)
I said your motherfuckin' mouth
(I said your motherfuckin' mouth)
And you could just eat me out
You can eat me out
What do ya choose to lick
Pussy or dicks?
People through out the world
Man it's your pick
What do ya choose to lick
Pussy or dicks?
People through out the world
Yeah it's your pick
What do you wanna lick
Pussy or dicks?
People through out the world
Its..your..pick
[Hook]
Put it in your mouth
I said your motherfuckin' mouth
Put it in my mouth
Put it in my mouth
Put it in my mouth
I said my motherfuckin' mouth
Just put it in my mouth
My motherfuckin' mouth
And you can just eat me out
In my mouth, put it in my mouth
Baby baby in my mouth
Let me go down
All on yah
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Put it in your mouth
I said your motherfuckin' mouth
Put it in my mouth
Put it in my mouth
Put it in my mouth
I said my motherfuckin' mouth
Just put it in my mouth
My motherfuckin' mouth
And you can just eat me out
In my mouth, put it in my mouth
Baby baby in my mouth
Let me go down
All on yah
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Chain-smoking beedies 'til his brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet, work out and eat some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please, most couldn't fathom
Had him in the cobra clutch, when he spat the mad hymn
Gems, collection of brrrats Timbs and hats
Had no time for the pitty-pat, I'll give him that
The rhythm hit him back with a right hook
Shook it off, caught a shiner, thought it was an aight look
TRUMP IS A SPORTSBALL BOOMER ASSHOLE LOL
Depends on the shades
The end of days fades, pretenders lay
In dazes on stages, DOO-Malaise
Eat it up, microphone, microwave mayonnaise
His own way was strange but it matters not
Tuned into a frequency tone that shattered rock
Hold it down like Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks need to put a sock their chatterbox
The block got light of Vioxx stock
Folks gather round, it's no joke like "Knock, knock"
It's them, they came home to roost y'all
And watch 'em transform the game to the rules of foosball
She's too small, any questions?
Him could squeeze blood from a penny in the recession
Keep guessing, it gets deeper than depression
The power of suggestion wake a sleeper, peep the lesson
Dig that beat
Ripped it with Metal Fingers and stomped it with big fat feet
And you know what they say, cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated, but today
It's all grey, metallic with a ruby stone
Rude like the type of dude you could write a movie on
Hardcore porn, did his own stunts
Writ his own rhymes and split his own blunts
Once, in a while, every other minute
Eyes pop out, Popeye, heavy on the spinach
Steady on his business and ready with an ill pitch
Keeps a bad bilznitch like Denny Kucimilznitch
HI Q
No hitch, just a shit-load of spit and sneeze
Strictly G stacking up off a rack of hidden fees
Rap is like the gay club strip tease
With hippies on the yip saying "Hey bub, grip these"
They screaming for attention
Beaming at the mention of a scary demon convention
You could cut the tension with a switchblade
And serve it on the same plate of hors d'oeuvres a witch made
Filleted, persuaded the chambermaid
To bet her paycheck on a get-naked game of spades
Straight up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution, faint taste of microwave mayonnaise
Get up niggas, get live ladies
Since the early 80's I rock the planet daily
Radio Rashid, this is how I do when I write things
The party for your right to fight scenes
Baby girl you as young as the night seems, in tight jeans
Should it be Kahlua or ice cream?
My pipe dream's as long as the fight scenes in The Matrix
Scorpio rising, sex fiend by nature
Try to control that shit so my soul don't get
Dirty for some girly unworthy of the flowers
I admit that I got strange powers
Brain Towers like the Eiffel, Leaning through life cycle
Hold the Bible and a rifle
They can't do me like Mike though
Give me the spotlight and turn the lights low
Make me wanna holler like crew how a Jew yell disciple
Streets streets, beats beats, vibes, rhymes, and life, joe
Get up
From the top of the key for 3 – Villain!
Been on in the game as long as he can wheelie a Schwinn
Turn the corner spinning, bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay youths when it comes to who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
And charged a fee for loose leaf words per dollar
Ya heard? Holler - broad or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
It's a stick up
DOOM brung that bum, there goes that news van again
Act like you knew like Toucan Sam and 'em
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Their rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
String 'em up, ring 'em up under whack junk snack
And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
Foul, we all know the rules bro
You slow, you blow the soup on you fools, his own Boss like Hugo