Three 6 Mafia - Slob On My Knob (pt. Ii) lyrics

slob on my knob (pt. ii) Slob on my knob like corn on the cob Check in with me and do your job Lay on the bed and give me head Don't have to ask don't have to beg. Juicy is my name s** is my game Let's call the boys let's run a train. Squeeze on my nuts lick on my bu*t The naturally curly hair please don't touch. First find a mate second find a place Third find a bag to hide the whole face. Real name clover I said bend over Started to knob then came the odor Smelt like mush shouldn Told her to stop and take a dush When she did that I didn't want the cat So I backed out and never came back. (s** a n***a dick or somthin (4x)) My n***a d magic said he had to have it I said just 4 get it it's to crabby. Know a little freak in Hollywood s**s on dick does it real good. She'll give you money fill up your tummy House full of kids parents are spunny. Once had her down backyard ground Hit from the back enjoyed the sound. Lay under cover always use the rubber Till I got caught f**in with her mother. She blamed it on me we fought on the streets She pulled out a knife so I had to fleet. Called up the boys went to her house Trashed the whole place through the b**h out. Police busted in were the n***as at We left just in time and never came back. Rolled through the hood wavin at the freaks Who were sniffin on the rocks and smokin all the geeks Made another stop police station Saw a few cops drove by sprayed them, License tag number a n***a said he saw it Focus all the time never get caught. Slob on my cat cause you know it's fat Check in with me and do that Wait a second freak I know you from the streets My n***a hurry t Has seen you through his mean They call you little red The one who slobs on head And drinks a n***as nuts Until you well and fed To see what she's about I creeped to her house To catch her in her blouse And see how big her mouth She pulled me to her room To get the f**in soon I didn't have a rubber I f**ed with two balloons Lay on the bed That's all she said Her p**y hairs were rough Twisted tight in streads The f**in sounds were tunes I f**ed her with a broom She rode it like a horse The blood came rushing soon When I seen that I didn't want the cat So I backed out And never came back s**s on dick Does it real good s**s s**s on dick Does it real good s**s on dick Does it real good s**s s**s Does it real good My n***a d magic Had said he finally got it The true and false blow He said he had to have it Know a little freak In Big Hamul Licks up nuts Like lickin stamps She'll grant your wishes Blow you freaky kisses House full of g's Freaks, who*es, b**hes Had the little freak In my n***as jeep Try to spit some game To get her s** some meat Lay on the cover My natural hair she loved it Stop b**h stop b**h Please don't touch it Took her through some hoods And let her hoe around 7 street 9 street And street of walks and brown Now she's in click A pro on s**in dick Until the rugged out The b**h was smokin bricks Straight shootin blow pipes That's all she thought Runnin from the rehab Never got caught s**s on dick Does it real good s**s s**s on dick Does it real good s**s on dick Does it real good s**s s**s Does it real good