Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Devils in the Soup, artist - Esham. Album song Boomin' Words from Hell, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.06.1988
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Reel Life
Song language: English
Devils in the Soup |
Shit, you been talkin’might have once been true |
But I don’t think this time your mother fucking punk will do Ladies and gentlemen here he is The man that can party |
And this pussy belongs to me Let’s hear it for Mr… |
Now I know it’s like that fearin' |
But you still wanna hear this unholy spirit |
Still gettin’done by none |
Pulled up a dress and fucked a nun |
The walls sweat blood from thinkin’bout sex |
As your clit gets wet |
Your hot like fire, you desire |
More than pleasure, much more higher |
Your nipples on your chest start to bleed |
The soup is gettin’hot, time to feed |
Your heaven is burnin' |
As your masturbatin', but still you’re yearnin' |
The fire is gettin’very hot |
As you stick your finger in the soup inside the pot |
You begin to stir it Lick your finger to taste it, but it’s not done yet |
I smell white virgin |
Operatin’on yourself like a medical surgeon |
Something you love to do Who would thought it was you |
The devil’s in the soup |
The devil’s in the soup (3x) |
Break out the mix and spoon, and stir it up with all you got |
The soup is gettin’hotter and hotter, runnin’all down the side of the pot |
Juice is on the covers |
I think I smell a lil’tumor inside that soup |
So what you puttin’in it? |
The basic four fingered food groups |
All alone, cuz you feed for a minute, and meat and bones |
So the devil’s in your soup |
Your panties all wet from spillin’that soup |
Home made, never stored in cans |
Always made with hands |
I think your startin’to stick to the pot |
That means, soup’s too hot |
It’s so hot, it burns |
So stick a spoon in it, and give a couple turns |
And I thought you was a good girl |
Never let nobody inside your world |
So the devil’s in the soup |
How’d you let the devil get inside your soup? |
Been thinkin’about sex |
Next thing you’ll know, you’ll be wearin’a cotex |
When the walls come down |
And the soup’s in the cupboard there too be found |
You’ve commited sin |
But when the devil’s in the soup, it’ll happen again |
Masturbatin, demonstratin', good love |
Knowin’damn well, that ain’t what you thinkin’of |
You’re thinkin’about cumin' |
For the first time, your out ya mind |
You don’t know what you doing |
But it feels so good, you think you’re screwin' |
You feel something tingle |
As you giggle, and start to wiggle, but still single |
Playin’that Esham tape |
So much love, and so much hate |
Your emotions run wild |
Feelin’more like a woman, and less like a child |
Get ready for the fountain |
Cuz you’ll be cumin around the mountain |
Any minute with the soup |
Cuz the devil’s still tastin', as she’s wastin' |
Soup in her clothes, but she’s the only one that knows |
About that dish |
Squaggy juice, which smells like fish |
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 |
Oww! |
Oww! |
Oww! |
Oww! |
The devil’s in the soup! |
The devil’s in the sooooup! |
The devil’s in the soup! |