[Verse 1: Louis Logic]
Yo, I'm best described as the father of s** and lies
I specialize in undressing wives, but I recognize
When it's time to pull my c*** out the hot house
Cause I don't want no seeds left inside
So instead I'll catch a rise
With a wet surprise, from the yogurt slinger
And poke a finger up her a** until the motion stings her
Depending on how close it brings her to the point of climax
That's when I get romantic with her face adjoined to my lap (sluuuut)
How would you like to get f***** in the b***
I know you probably love to get covered with nut
And I can cover your mug with enough of this stuff
Whenever my muscle will bust
that if you breath in it would smother your lungs
Eww, what you mean? You ain't had ya fill?
I splash ya grill, like lighter fluid at a family meal
Or a d***'s face with Vagisil when she b***s into it (BITES what?)
into coochie you d***-s*** you know you like to do it
Coocoo c*** coocoo c*** coocoochie yeah
"b****eees"
"Drop to your knees"
Coocooooooooochie
"I feel most stickin and chicken, and still side steppin"
Coocoo c*** coocoo c*** coocoochie yeah
"b****** get wet and I expect 'em like that"
Coocooooooooochie
"I wanna get into it man, you know"
"What" "v*****"
[Verse 2: Louis Logic]
Always aim for the torso that's what I learned from playing in p*****
While I'm stuffin' tubes takin' a cornhole
If I'm late for one more show cause I spend my label's paper on more hoes
They'll probably would take me straight to a court show
But instead of gettin' screwed on TV I rather f*** cuties
Unless ofcourse Judge Judie's in the mood to eat me
I usually use my CD to abuse the treaty
Of s** between me and my ex in foetus fusion treaty (ohhh)
You should see me when the s****'s flowin' spewin' freely
I squeeze a load in the throat till the chicken's cheeks are swollen
Cause if a beep is showin then she gets the worm
Catchin' c*** in every turn with extra s**** till the lesson's learned
I'm less concerned with closed nails and a precious perm
As long as I avoid of infectious germs and impressive firms
And when I'm tryin to f*** ya chick and call a hoe a s*** a b****
It's sufficant so it's not a s**ist term
"Now what start you'd done with Dursey"
Coocoo c*** coocoo c*** coocoochie yeah
"b****eees"
"Drop to your knees"
Coocooooooooochie
"I feel most stickin and chicken, and still side steppin"
Coocoo c*** coocoo c*** coocoochie yeah
"b****** get wet and I expect 'em like that"
Coocooooooooochie
"I wanna get into it man, you know"
"What" "v*****"
[Verse 3: Louis Logic]
Chicks say I'm old fashioned, I don't want a b**** stuck in the kitchen
I wanna stuff a d*** in her a** while she's touchin' her kitten
I like to f*** and forget 'em and try a dozen positions
Then serve the mic a sermon like rightin' smunks of religion
I pay homage to bondage and good will with a feel
And stay up in a prime just for stacks like Will
And in the process I like to turn women to objects
Penthouse to hen house of birds livin' in projects
I don't discriminate on the basis of race or the place that you stay
That's hardly a chick I won't inseminate
I spread the legs of college chicks featherweights and solid chicks
I make 'em face the snake but I never taste the bottomlips
I poke 'em with the Obelisk and flee from the scene
Let me explain then you'll see what I mean
Cause as much as I love p**** you can't feed it to me
You know why?
I don't eat anything that bleeds for a week and don't die
Coocoo c*** coocoo c*** coocoochie yeah
"b****eees"
"Drop to your knees"
Coocooooooooochie
"I feel most stickin and chicken, and still side steppin"
Coocoo c*** coocoo c*** coocoochie yeah
"b****** get wet and I expect 'em like that"
Coocooooooooochie
"I wanna get into it man, you know"
"What" "v*****"
Yo, I'm best described as the father of s** and lies
I specialize in undressing wives, but I recognize
When it's time to pull my c*** out the hot house
Cause I don't want no seeds left inside
So instead I'll catch a rise
With a wet surprise, from the yogurt slinger
And poke a finger up her a** until the motion stings her
Depending on how close it brings her to the point of climax
That's when I get romantic with her face adjoined to my lap (sluuuut)
How would you like to get f***** in the b***
I know you probably love to get covered with nut
And I can cover your mug with enough of this stuff
Whenever my muscle will bust
that if you breath in it would smother your lungs
Eww, what you mean? You ain't had ya fill?
I splash ya grill, like lighter fluid at a family meal
Or a d***'s face with Vagisil when she b***s into it (BITES what?)
into coochie you d***-s*** you know you like to do it
Coocoo c*** coocoo c*** coocoochie yeah
"b****eees"
"Drop to your knees"
Coocooooooooochie
"I feel most stickin and chicken, and still side steppin"
Coocoo c*** coocoo c*** coocoochie yeah
"b****** get wet and I expect 'em like that"
Coocooooooooochie
"I wanna get into it man, you know"
"What" "v*****"
[Verse 2: Louis Logic]
Always aim for the torso that's what I learned from playing in p*****
While I'm stuffin' tubes takin' a cornhole
If I'm late for one more show cause I spend my label's paper on more hoes
They'll probably would take me straight to a court show
But instead of gettin' screwed on TV I rather f*** cuties
Unless ofcourse Judge Judie's in the mood to eat me
I usually use my CD to abuse the treaty
Of s** between me and my ex in foetus fusion treaty (ohhh)
You should see me when the s****'s flowin' spewin' freely
I squeeze a load in the throat till the chicken's cheeks are swollen
Cause if a beep is showin then she gets the worm
Catchin' c*** in every turn with extra s**** till the lesson's learned
I'm less concerned with closed nails and a precious perm
As long as I avoid of infectious germs and impressive firms
And when I'm tryin to f*** ya chick and call a hoe a s*** a b****
It's sufficant so it's not a s**ist term
"Now what start you'd done with Dursey"
Coocoo c*** coocoo c*** coocoochie yeah
"b****eees"
"Drop to your knees"
Coocooooooooochie
"I feel most stickin and chicken, and still side steppin"
Coocoo c*** coocoo c*** coocoochie yeah
"b****** get wet and I expect 'em like that"
Coocooooooooochie
"I wanna get into it man, you know"
"What" "v*****"
[Verse 3: Louis Logic]
Chicks say I'm old fashioned, I don't want a b**** stuck in the kitchen
I wanna stuff a d*** in her a** while she's touchin' her kitten
I like to f*** and forget 'em and try a dozen positions
Then serve the mic a sermon like rightin' smunks of religion
I pay homage to bondage and good will with a feel
And stay up in a prime just for stacks like Will
And in the process I like to turn women to objects
Penthouse to hen house of birds livin' in projects
I don't discriminate on the basis of race or the place that you stay
That's hardly a chick I won't inseminate
I spread the legs of college chicks featherweights and solid chicks
I make 'em face the snake but I never taste the bottomlips
I poke 'em with the Obelisk and flee from the scene
Let me explain then you'll see what I mean
Cause as much as I love p**** you can't feed it to me
You know why?
I don't eat anything that bleeds for a week and don't die
Coocoo c*** coocoo c*** coocoochie yeah
"b****eees"
"Drop to your knees"
Coocooooooooochie
"I feel most stickin and chicken, and still side steppin"
Coocoo c*** coocoo c*** coocoochie yeah
"b****** get wet and I expect 'em like that"
Coocooooooooochie
"I wanna get into it man, you know"
"What" "v*****"