[Intro]
This is dedicated to all my girlfriends

[Verse 1: Skitz Vicious]
I'm an [bad word] Sticking-chicken [bad word] [bad word] the [bad word] of the eaters I'll be licking [bad word] Oh, hold up, for every question you will ask, no
Just be quick, unzip my [bad word] and kiss a pair of fat balls
I'm the all-day chiller in this bathrobe, the rascal
Got your sister breathing second-hand smoke
She likes to, get [bad word] from the back while her man calls (Hello?)
Pick up the phone and say tonight they'll have to cancel, their plans for
Romantic dinner, with candle lights working overtime mean she is letting Skitz inside [bad word] you might be chilling' on your leather couch
I'm hitting her upstairs like we living in the acid house
She loves [bad word]  the young [bad [bad word] bust
That [bad word] sprays like bird shot, on top of her soft butt
Dumb [bad word]   toys and what-not
I'll be gone before the sun's up, one love

[Verse 2: Jay Reaper]
While Mr. Vicious gets delicious with them [bad word]  I fulfill my wishes
No more doing dishes, kiss this [bad word]  here want [bad word] and [bad word] Wicked witches, who suck my [bad word] for just a sip of liquor
Lick my liquorice
I'd like to take her lips and sticking fingers (finger licking)
Let me stick it in I like to fill my women, fill 'em up, no kind to [bad word] in [bad word] I [bad word] like Kunta Kinte
Got my [bad word] up in her, ually I'll be a sinner
Singing dinner by the river, let me slither free your in-its
While my pillar's growing bigger, I deliver like gorilla
Make a [bad word] want to [bad word]  but she can make [bad word] bitter
I'm gonna quit her
Get a load brother, she's more like kitty litter
She was a [bad word]  so in the end, who the [bad word] will miss her?
It don't matter
I'm a fully loaded  machine, the bad [bad word] wet dreamed to act extremely bean
And then I'm waiting for my African queen
She's my vaccine, my remedy
The one that I need

Feel that in your belly girl
That's [bad word] romance

[Hook 1 & 3]
The butterflies in her stomach make her vomit
She likes the front like saying "I ain't never done it"
But deep inside I know she might've have a hundred
She lies and I love it, my brother

[Hook 2 & 4]
The butterflies in her stomach make her vomit
She likes the front like saying "I ain't never done it"
But deep inside I know she might've have a hundred
She lies and I love it, nobody above her