Channel Live - Sex For The Sport lyrics

[Verse One] Sex for the sport, the metaphor I kick is rhythmic So listen, no competition, my love's Olympic The pace that I set beats the mind until it scores Waiting for the games to begin with my torch comes the javelin The distance it can't be measured The pleasure too deep, infinity marks the record She's begging for my tongue to cease, so I halted She wrestled me on the mat then up my pole she vaulted Gymnastic flips and other tricks is how my game is I'm live when I dive into s** like Greg Louganis I don't come quick, sprints is not my meet Sex for the sport a gold medal athlete [Hook] Can we s** for the sport of it, the sport of it? Can we s** for the sport? Can we s** for the sport of it, the sport of it? Sisters bring your game to my court [Verse Two] Introducing, yes gives it to me and don't stop My three forwards for boot knock My main man Johnson jams hoops from the center position To break her backboard's his mission A guard name Jim Hats with mad control His points to guard my brown balls to the hole Or hoops no crap shoots, he plays close with Johnson Johnson lost sense, caught a permanent bench Don't stop Bricks up my rock, rebound Yes gives it to me I stroke for the three A trey was fouled for the four play Back and forth, in and out my big brown balls sway Then it drops I got mad arch in my down stroke child No referees so nothing's foul We can get wild like the west A full court press on ya chest with no twenty second rest More plans than plants I don't miss backward tricks Came out to see my Johnson slam out of flip So don't trip No need to bust your vocal cords Crash, I shattered her hoop and her backboard [Hook] [Verse Three] Stepping to my plate what's my fate When I am swinging on a date I never rape Just like I'm never singing I'm wrapping when I'm batting Louisville is hanging phat and fit the kitten like a mitten Check my balls to see what's happening I'm coming when I'm running to the 2's and to the 1's Bases on your faces I hit the home runs I'm not selling out So I'm never popping flies I'm going for the triple while I rose between your thighs Forget the hi 5's I'm collecting bucks Wanna block me like a catcher but I'm coming like a trucker I wear my hats when I bat Correction say protection Honey choke her for my wood cause I got the fat erection [Verse Four] So flip the quarter here's the order I'm the giver you receive lay back I've been in more sacks than quarterbacks Let's kick off, this ain't golf No little white balls to split ya up rights I've been between more legs than Hudson Heights She's on the rag, yellow flag, game delay Won't touch her down for my brown balls it's out of bounds I'm throwing hard balls and spirals, not Nerfs No pushing up on breast implants, that's artificial turf Like Buffalo I got Bills for Bears I Jets I'm bucking hearing Redskins like a Raider when I s** The Chief Stealer of a virgin of Saints I hit plenty The flavor is 49er plus 20 {Whispering} {x2} Sex, s**, s**, s**, s**, s**, s**, s** for the sport of it [Hook]