KutMasta Kurt - Sex Style lyrics

"Now the first drop of juice is there for her to see Honey, that's when she backs off and just lick her teeth..." Chorus: (Sex style!) n***as want it free They dogs drink my piss (Girls wanna see) You want freestlye, that's right, the style is free n***as s** my dick and they girls drink my pee I'm on some S&M sh** you can't get with Pull your panties down on stage and watch you sweat quick s**ers back to pull they style is transs**ual Lesbians dance with the funky heteros**ual You on the mic, and when you rhyme I start to jerk off Let my dog lick you German Shepherd want to bust off I tear your legs and spot MC's having an*l s** Step around like a Tampax, and step up next I enter New York, no problem with my dick out California p**no star, my a** you can lick out Saying "What?" with s**m dripping down your partner's bu*t I see MC's in my face with their a** up Let me put my cape on, my rubber and my mask up Not no horror-core sh**, this is p**no-core I'm in the club naked man, I'm the f**ing pro n***as can't wax no a**, girls should let them know Chorus x3 Back I wreck sh**, so what n***a? I masturbate See your girls' co*ked back, her legs tied like a figure eight I'm on stage getting s**ed by Madonna Sticking pipes in your a**, you stop the freestyle drama I pioneered this sh**, you keep on s**ing dick Your girl's in the crowd, hawking me for a naked flick I got my silk underwear for the atmosphere Piss in your face and urinate all in your hair You name a group that's sh**, I will pooper-scoop f** with this, miss, I will damage on the premises n***as step back with Dax grease, watch their a** twist I rhyme anywhere, golden showers up in Greek Alley Movie star b**hes, MC's lining up in Cali Drinking vodka, Absolut, sipping Tanqueray Mc's jump off, I stung your rectum like a stingray Girls heinie-wipe, MC's say my sh** is hype Pussies collapse, I'd rather f** 'em with a cordless mic Come ride the horse, pull your panties off and pay the cost Chorus x2 "May they beat his balls with a ten-pound hammer 'til his a**hole whistle the Star-Spangled Banner." Now the nurse is here, Dr. Butcher to your an*s I don't care who your are, and if you think you're famous You could be waxed, seventy-five f**ing rap groups Bis**uals on stage eating Fruit Loops Sugar Smacks, I got the rhythm for your a** cracks Bring your girl, she fantasize in my s** world Chorus x3