Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pubic's Tube, artist - Buck 65. Album song Language Arts, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.10.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Buck 65
Song language: English
Pubic's Tube |
spoken: |
stinkin rich is x rated |
buck: |
guess whos squirtin', comin', playin' with the kitty cat |
it’s uncle climax with a fist full of titty fat |
shaggin' like i don’t give a cripple-crap-crutch |
with a tennis ball machine and a nipple grab touch |
watch this, if you’ve got panties that crotchless |
and you look like stella kewan |
im a jack rabbit fella screwin' |
tryin' to please, i got a flyin' trapeze |
in my bedroom, pocket balls |
wood-panelled talkin' walls |
good channel connected to the cable with the news on |
flannel bed spread, i’m baby naked |
leave your shoes on though, you might need 'em |
over off the edge of the bed hangin |
bubble fuck, head bangin' |
sideways, double tuck |
i got a private dorm, carbonated spanish |
flyin' diet form, with new age music on vinyl for the quiet storm |
methods and techniques and symmetrical forces |
full of i need a few more electrical sources |
your last boyfriend was borin', and i’m not as choosey as him |
in the beginning i’m goin' face-first with enthusiasm |
he never knew about this, he got no style netiher |
i’ve got this move that starts off |
lookin' like a pile-driver |
comin' at ya three dimensional |
we don’t need to be conventional |
i’ve got 2 friends and a zoom lense |
forget about the problems in the middle-east |
your student loans, the tropical rain forest |
let’s get nude and groan |
flames of desire in my heart are burning true |
sweetheart i love you but my balls are turnin' blue |
so let’s rock, i like seeing thighs |
and feelin' hands on my body |
we need some low-hangin' ceiling fans |
i already got a tickle trunk and a battle axe |
we can giddy-up until the leather in the saddle crack |
flatten the mattress, you better batton the hatches |
i got a dick-wad like nobodys business, partner |
i see that look in your eyes you’re thinkin' or a certain bone |
i’m tryin' to make you wanna scream and moan |
so get a grip on the rung |
i wanna find all the places on your body |
with the tip of my tongue |
positions vary from the missionary |
and climax wraps best |
once we get back the results of your PAP test |
we can screw and do stuff |
spoken: |
stinkin rich is x-rated |