[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
Okay, I wake up, wake up
In the morning rolling over to eat that cake up, cake up
You be moanin' you don't wanna ever break up, break up
My dick stood straight up
Don't hide your face behind that pillow, you look so good without make-up
Ay, I be eatin' wax, I be, I be eatin' wax fruit
That's a Brazilian waxed peach, I thought your a** knew
I'mma freak in that, I'mma, I'mma freak and that's true
Her bottoms up, like a drinkin' gla**, he's a damn fool
Cause I ain't scared of her, you new n***as I'm tellin' ya
Real n***as eat p**y, if you don't then n***a you sharin' her
With another n***a who love to lick her
A n***a like me who love the liquor like an alcoholic
You out the closet, if you scared to tongue the clito-ris
I be lickin' on that
I lick it from the front, then I lick it from the back
I lick it from the jump, then a n***a finna wax
And then I'm finna feel up on her silicon rack, uh, uh
The sh** gone crack, my dick and my face you can sit upon that
Eat, pray, love, she love to pray when I'm eatin' it up
Now I got this remix to this remix, call it steak steak steak
That's my dick, that's my meat, here's your taste taste taste
Get this beef and see what happen, she finna see what's crackin'
Cause this beef is what's for dinner unzip my zipper release the Kraken, ay
I wanna f** you right, wanna wanna f** you right now
Turn the lights down low no nightgown on, on
L-l-l-let's do what never been done
On that wall lets sixty-nine, cause two heads are better than one
[Interlude: Demetrius Capone]
Cake, cake, cake, straight crepe, cray, cray sh**
All up in my face, I be all up in that cake mix [2x]
[Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
You a bad a** chick, lemme wax that sh**
Hit the twat like I'm mad at it
If your head game fantastic, put your lips on this fat a** dick
Boogie women get no love, cla**y chick, still gon' f**
If you married skip your husband, I just really wanna hit, hold up
Little mama let's get sh** poppin', (big sh** poppin' and little sh** stoppin')
Tryna stick this big dick in a b**h quick
I get more hoes than fishnet stockings
Every n***a need a pro in the bed
Throwin' her legs up, I need me a ho in the bed
When she give a n***a brains then I'm finna make it rain
With skeet, no I don't mean throwing the bread
Got your own sh**, got your own crib
Got your own whip, now you gon' go far
But when the lights go down I'm tryna pipe you down
Yeah I like your style, yeah you's a p**no star
This bed s** is, impressive
You goin' feel this dick in your midsection
Your head is super like Karrine Steffans
She can make a n***a cum in ten seconds
Wait, wait, wait, I'mma toss you up until you touch the ceiling
Ay, ay, I love f**in' a b**h who f** like she f** for a livin'
All you women need to f**in' know, you ain't gotta be a s*ut n-no
But when we get in the sheets then you need to be a freak
Better yet better be a f**ing ho, in the bed we need a ho
Ratchet sh** yeah that's the sh** fo' sho'
You can be a cla**y chick but ride this dick and blow
[Verse 3: Kenny Siegel]
sh** well, gee willikers, speak on the G and the G will occur
My game cold enough to bring temperatures down
So for me it's a breeze makin' women freeze with the words
Now she wanna come over, now she wanna come be with me
I told her she should come closer and I can make her cum easily...
She said she wanna come over, she wanna come over, she wanna come over
She wanna come over, she wanna come over [x3]
And I'mma let her, yeah, I'mma let her come over me
Said she wanted to come over, she did it
I told her to come closer, she did it
I told her to come over my diddick
Wanted me to hold her, I didn't -- I'm kiddin'
I wanted to console her, I'm different
These women get the love and affection, these b**hes get the roughest of s**in'
The double protection and never was it a question of whether I beat it up
Just will she be enough to keep up in the session
Because I know what you want, I know what you don't
Can tell what you gonna do and know what you won't
Put ice in my mouth, water drip on the sickle
The chills make you physical, tremble while I lick on your nipples
And yeah, I know what you need, slow up the speed
Po' up a drink, me? I'm gon' puff some trees
And if your body is crazy I'mma trickle and drizzle warm honey on it
And lick it from your ridiculous temple
[Verse 4: Julius Luciano]
Ladies, lemme speak on the word b**h -- wait, please don't get nervous
Pay me attention, I'mma give attention back like I refund your purchase
I consider myself a wordsmith so even the word b**h serves its purpose
But hold on, if you use perfect discernment
an*lyzing the word b**h in my verses then you wouldn't go wrong
I go on, first let me clear it up, don't act like its hurting your ears
If I say I'm with a beautiful b**h obviously I'm using a term of endearment
Learn to revere it
Words do hurt, but it's worse when you fear it
I bet I know why you get irked when you hear b**h
You probably revert to the first time you heard it
Some jerk had the nerve to blurt out the word
And it's worse cause it's purpose was hurtin' your feelings
As a little girl you just burst into tears yeah
Words can cut like a knife, but a knife ain't deadly
Only the person that wields it
Real sh** though, let me ask this
If I approach an attractive lady with a
Bachelor's degree gettin' close to her Masters
Am I wrong if I'm thinkin' yo she a bad b**h
Bad b**h meaning over the average
Lupe Fiasco was close to the answer
b**h bad, woman good, lady better
But a better lady is a good woman that knows she a bad b**h
Now I'm not tryin' to be insensitive
I'm tryin' to give, feminist women some incentive
To give this sh** attention, listen it's
Not my intention to be on some offensive sh**
If I say I love b**hes and they panties and they drawers
Why you ladies gotta be appalled
Ask me, if I call my mother a b**h the answer would be nah
When I'm addressing older women I don't use profanity at all
I just gotta be trill, I was raised right my whole family real
I read 'New Black Man' by Mark Anthony Neal
I'm not tryin' to say that that's a big deal
I'm just tryin' to get the sh** straight
Try to see it this way
We don't mean for the meaning to be demeaning
When we use the word b**hes as a part of the title of our mixtape
Misogyny it ain't
These columnists writin' sh** all backwards
I mean look at what they write about all rappers
When I see Delores Tucker in heaven
I'mma tell her that she wasn't right about all rappers