| Shit, you been talkin’might have once been true
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| But I don’t think this time your mother fucking punk will do Ladies and gentlemen here he is The man that can party
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| And this pussy belongs to me Let’s hear it for Mr…
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| Now I know it’s like that fearin'
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| But you still wanna hear this unholy spirit
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| Still gettin’done by none
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| Pulled up a dress and fucked a nun
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| The walls sweat blood from thinkin’bout sex
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| As your clit gets wet
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| Your hot like fire, you desire
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| More than pleasure, much more higher
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| Your nipples on your chest start to bleed
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| The soup is gettin’hot, time to feed
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| Your heaven is burnin'
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| As your masturbatin', but still you’re yearnin'
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| The fire is gettin’very hot
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| As you stick your finger in the soup inside the pot
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| You begin to stir it Lick your finger to taste it, but it’s not done yet
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| I smell white virgin
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| Operatin’on yourself like a medical surgeon
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| Something you love to do Who would thought it was you
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| The devil’s in the soup
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| The devil’s in the soup (3x)
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| Break out the mix and spoon, and stir it up with all you got
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| The soup is gettin’hotter and hotter, runnin’all down the side of the pot
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| Juice is on the covers
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| I think I smell a lil’tumor inside that soup
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| So what you puttin’in it?
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| The basic four fingered food groups
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| All alone, cuz you feed for a minute, and meat and bones
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| So the devil’s in your soup
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| Your panties all wet from spillin’that soup
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| Home made, never stored in cans
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| Always made with hands
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| I think your startin’to stick to the pot
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| That means, soup’s too hot
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| It’s so hot, it burns
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| So stick a spoon in it, and give a couple turns
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| And I thought you was a good girl
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| Never let nobody inside your world
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| So the devil’s in the soup
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| How’d you let the devil get inside your soup?
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| Been thinkin’about sex
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| Next thing you’ll know, you’ll be wearin’a cotex
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| When the walls come down
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| And the soup’s in the cupboard there too be found
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| You’ve commited sin
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| But when the devil’s in the soup, it’ll happen again
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| Masturbatin, demonstratin', good love
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| Knowin’damn well, that ain’t what you thinkin’of
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| You’re thinkin’about cumin'
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| For the first time, your out ya mind
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| You don’t know what you doing
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| But it feels so good, you think you’re screwin'
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| You feel something tingle
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| As you giggle, and start to wiggle, but still single
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| Playin’that Esham tape
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| So much love, and so much hate
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| Your emotions run wild
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| Feelin’more like a woman, and less like a child
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| Get ready for the fountain
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| Cuz you’ll be cumin around the mountain
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| Any minute with the soup
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| Cuz the devil’s still tastin', as she’s wastin'
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| Soup in her clothes, but she’s the only one that knows
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| About that dish
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| Squaggy juice, which smells like fish
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| And she loves to fix it Her favorite part is when she mix it Virgins want to have fun to But when they do The devil’s in the soup
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| Oww!
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| Oww!
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| Oww!
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| Oww!
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| The devil’s in the soup!
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| The devil’s in the sooooup!
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| The devil’s in the soup! |