Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sex Style, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Sex Style, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.02.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: funky ass, Threshold
Song language: English
Sex Style |
«Now the first drop of juice is there for her to see |
Honey that’s when she backs off and just lick her teeth…» |
Chorus: |
(Sex style!) Niggas want it free |
They dogs drink my piss (Girls pay a fee) |
You want freestlye that’s right the style is free |
Niggas suck my dick and they girls drink my pee |
I’m on some S&M shit you can’t get with |
Pull your panties down on stage and watch you sweat quick |
Suckers back to pull their style’s transsexual |
Lesbians dance with the funky heterosexual |
You on the mic, and when you rhyme I start to jerk off |
Let my dog lick you German Shepard want to bust off |
I tell your legs and swat em, MC’s having anal sex |
Step around like a Tampax, and step up next |
I enter New York, no problem with my dick out |
California porno star, my ass you can lick out |
Saying «What?» |
with sperm dripping down your partner’s butt |
I see MC’s in my face with their ass up |
Let me put my cape on, my rubber and my mask up |
Not no horror-core shit, this is porno-core |
I’m in the club naked man, I’m the fucking pro |
Niggas can’t wax no ass, girls should let them know |
Chorus x3 |
Back I wreck shit, so what nigga? |
I masturbate |
See your girls' cocked back, her legs tied like a figure eight |
I’m on stage getting sucked by Madonna |
Sticking piped in your ass until you stop the freesyle drama |
I pioneered this shit, you keep sucking dick |
Your girl’s in the crowd, hawking me for a naked flick |
I got my silk underwear for the atmosphere |
Piss in your face and urinate all in your hair |
You name a group that’s shit, I will pooper-scoop |
Fuck with this, miss, I will damage on the premesis |
Niggas step back with Dax grease, watch their ass twist |
I rhyme any nigga, golden showers up in Greek Alley |
Movie star bitches, MC’s lining up in Cali |
Drinking vodka, Absolut, sipping Tanqueray |
Mc’s jump off, I stung your rectum like a stingray |
Girls heinie-wipe, MC’s say my style is hype |
Pussies relax, I’d rather fuck them with a cordless mic |
Could rob a horse, pull your panties off and pay the cost |
Chorus x2 |
«May they beat his bowels with a ten-pound hammer til his asshole |
Whistles the Star-Spangled Banner.» |
Now the nurse is here, Dr. Butcher to your anus |
I don’t care who your are, and if you think you’re famous |
You could be waxed, seventy-five fucking rap groups |
Bisexuals on stage eating fruit loops |
Sugar smacks, I got the rhythm for your ass cracks |
Bring your girl, she fantasize in my sex world |
Chorus x3 |