Slob on my knob,
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me,
And do your job

Lay on the bed,
And gimme head,
Don't have to ask
Don't have to beg

Juicy is my name,
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys
Let's run a train

Squeeze on my nuts,
Lick on my butt
The natural 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 grover,
I said bend over
I started to knock,
Then came the odor

Smelt like mush,
Shouldn't had a woosh,
Told her to stop,
And take a doosh

Once she did that,
I didn't want the cat,
So, I bailed out,
And never came back

Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck

My nigga, D-magic,
Said he had to have it
I said just forget it,
It's too crappy

Know a little freak,
In hollywood,
Sucks on dick,
Does it real good

She'll give you money
Feel up your tummy,
House full of kids
Parents all funny

Once had a doubt,
Backyard ground,
Hit it from the back,
Enjoyed the sound

Name under cover,
Always used a rubber,
Until I got caught,
Fuckin with her mother

She blamed it on me,
We fought in the streets
She pulled out a knife,
So I had to flee

Call up the boys,
Went to her house,
Trashed the whole place,
Threw the bitch out

Police busted in,
"Where the niggas at?"
We left just in time,
And never came back

Rode through the hood,
Wavin at the freaks
Sniffin all the rocks
Smokin all the geeks

Made another stop,
Police station,
Saw a few cops,
Drove by and spayed them

License tag number,
A nigga said he saw,
Focus all the time,
And never get caught