[Mc chris]
I'm like Kenny Rogers in "Six Pack," girls won't give my dick back
All this s** affects my syntax, the pistol I pack's impact
Make's you gasp in fact, so sit back, relax
While I grind this axe on your Brazillian wax
Without finishing fast I bask in the slash
Underneath your cinnamon a**, about ten minutes it lasts
I pull it out and pa** gas
My name is mc chris, kinda cute, kinda cra**
Ladies love me sending pics where they're scantilly clad
Send some back then invite them to come crash at my pad
They're like O M G, oh whattup, that'd be so rad
We make the beast with two backs until we both get whiplash
[Hook]
Get with the program, strip to the slow jam
Slip on a Trojan, kissin the toes and
Move to the knees, go back, repeat
The job ain't done 'til you ruin the sheets
My name is MC, and your name is a creep
Because you creep into my bed about every week
Tractor beam on my bed
Got you actin' le freak
Tractor beam on my bed
Got you actin' le freak
[Mc chris]
I should be flirtin with virgins instead of jerkin my gerkin
I should be working the circuit a**ertive for certain
With little aversion they all open they curtains
Mini-Me starts emergin to be rid of his burden
Did I fail to mention all the ladies say word
Got a panty collection like a Japanese perv
They're prepared to purr and to serve up they curves
I skip the main course, I prefer the hors'douerves
I like thongs, like grannies like any old panties
Hanging on the lampshades as I tap on her back space
I like bows, like lace, like s**in her face
I like f**in her waist, I make a bucket of paste
When her eyes roll back it means her memory's erased
Slow-mo, tip-toe my a** out of her place
I quickly run to the clinic, a Q-tip in my diddick
I wait two very long weeks to know if these nuts need a medic
So c'mon
[Hook]