BREDDY FRENSON ID: 8a037d Aug. 10, 2020, 4:21 p.m. No.10246941   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

My baby left me

Left me sad and blue

I didn't know what to doโ€ฆ

Without my baby baby baby baby

And then I met his best friend

And he took me to his house

And I saidโ€ฆ I saidโ€ฆ

(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 Bearโ€ฆkeep 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

BREDDY FRENSON ID: 8a037d Aug. 10, 2020, 4:24 p.m. No.10246972   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>10246951

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

BREDDY FRENSON ID: 8a037d Aug. 10, 2020, 4:27 p.m. No.10247010   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>7034

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

BREDDY FRENSON ID: 8a037d Aug. 10, 2020, 4:29 p.m. No.10247033   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>7054 >>7069

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

BREDDY FRENSON ID: 8a037d Aug. 10, 2020, 4:30 p.m. No.10247055   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

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

BREDDY FRENSON ID: 8a037d Aug. 10, 2020, 4:33 p.m. No.10247080   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>7104

>>10247054

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

BREDDY FRENSON ID: 8a037d Aug. 10, 2020, 4:37 p.m. No.10247121   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

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

BREDDY FRENSON ID: 8a037d Aug. 10, 2020, 4:40 p.m. No.10247147   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

From the top of the key for 3 โ€“ 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

BREDDY FRENSON ID: 8a037d Aug. 10, 2020, 4:43 p.m. No.10247183   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

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