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 dont have to ask dont have to
beg juicy is my name sex is my game lets call the boys lets run a
train squeeze on my nuts lick on my butt the natural curly
hair please dont touch first find a mate second find a place third
find a bag to hide the whole face real men grover i said bend
over i started to knob then came the odor smelt like mush shouldnt
have a wush told her to stop and take a dush once she did that i
didnt want the cat so i vamped out and never came back
suck a
nigger dick or somein' x4
my nigger deep magic said he had to have
it i said just forget it its too crappy know a little freak in
hollywood sucks on dick does it real good she'll give you
money fill up your tummy house full of kids parents are
scruggy once had a down backyard ground hid it from the back enjoy
the sound lay undercover always used to rub her till i got
caught fucking with her mother she blammed it on me we fought in the
street she pulled out a knife so i had to flee Called 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 roll through the hood waving at the freaks whos
sniffing all the rocks and smokin all the geese made another
stop police station saw a few cops drove by his crater license tag
number a nigger said he saw focus all the time never get...
T Artists/Bands 
Three 6 Mafia CDs in sales 
