Cysco Lyrics

Cysco lyrics

Well the mic goes crazy when I step to the plate, 

I got the kinda rhymes that'll make your period late.

When you beat the Bible with the broken brick,

the shit gets thick, I'll give it a kick.

When my propane shoes will get you smokin' -

the hotter it gets, the deeper the shit.

When the pirates hook gets replaced with the hand, 

you'll be runnin' for power pelets like you was pac-man.

In the dragon's layer, A.C. Slater, 

a rubber-duckie duckin' underneath the mastabator.

	I am the oral sex,

	I am the oral sex,

	I am the oral sex,

	I am the oral sex.

Tearin' at your face with the tase of my waste, 

while you're acting like a kindegardner eatin' your paste.

Because my rhymes are like a name drawn in the sand, 

while you're rockin' with the leprechauns in the band.

my style's like thunder, 

I got you're number.

Obsceney harassing girls that are under the age of 13, 

I get on the on the scene,

I'll make you feel like you're in an erotic dream.

Over & over, over 50 times,

shut the curtains & close the blinds.

Just get relax, sit back or lay,

And let the wild horses take you away.

	I am the oral sex,

	I am the oral sex,

	I am the oral sex,

	I am the oral sex.

Now, I can through down with any ya'll shit, 

'cause I got the shit that'll split your lip.

You may got the flava, 

you may got the rhyme, 

and you may got the beat's that'll blow your mind...

But I got it all and it's standing like a wall,

and you'll be bouncing all over the place like you was a basketball.

When I deflate the rate, I wear it down

but you'll be standing in the corner without a sound

	I am the oral sex,

	I am the oral sex,

	I am the oral sex,

	I am the oral sex.



(c) 1996 Dellfold Entertainment & ncs