| A freak of nature makes a nigga wanna mate ya
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| With the kind of vagina that makes ones part from paper
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| You make my chest warm
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| I’m about to be reborn
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| Wrap your form around me
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| You astound me
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| The way you mount me
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| Wait, let me burn a fatty
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| So I can feel the fluid when you do it
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| Call me daddy
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| Add me to your shit list
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| Uh-huh
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| Feel the punishment
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| You ask me to twist you like taffy
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| It’s from when it’s bent
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| Yolkin', hot water soakin'
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| Ease up the throbbin'
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| I know I got your loins
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| Knockin' coins
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| Give me your pockets
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| I take necklaces, bracelets, earrings and lockets
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| It’s OK to pay me
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| Skills and be ridden thrills
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| Run concurrent with currency
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| Be earnin' me a livin'
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| (Like a super ho)
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| But I’m super though
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| Without the leotards, it’s the man of steel for real
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| Can you conceive me?
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| If you don’t believe me, take a sample
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| You can freak me
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| Take your time, critique me
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| I wanna feel every nook and cranny in your fanny
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| Right after your annual
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| Man, me I’m manual
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| I leap freaks like a frog
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| Don’t rewind it
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| So much space behind my face |
| Can you find it?
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| I’m broad minded
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| Chorus: Shock G
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| I’m major deep, deeper than deep
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| But when it comes to bumpin freaks
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| (I'm broad minded) I’m broad minded
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| I’m real nasty, see if you can outlast me
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| When I bump a freak
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| (I'm broad minded) I’m broad minded
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| In my younger summers
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| My moods used to spook me
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| I used to wonder the smell of Janet Jackson’s booty
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| Ooooo weeee
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| On good times, but I took what I could find
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| Like the time I was in first grade, in class with Kool-Aid
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| I got bored and explored this young female
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| We’ll sprung on the details
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| We fell in the closet
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| Down came my pants
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| Up like a clown in my stance
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| When I hit the stickiness
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| I fell into a trance
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| It was bent
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| I’ve been a fool every since
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| In pools and garages, on the roof, behind the fence
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| I’ll be a freak apostle
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| After I take my middle fingers to my nostrils
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| Whatever the case is to the facial
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| Cause in my mind, I belong in my files
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| So mental pictures, when I sit and split ya doggystyle
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| You tell me «take it easy»
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| Baby it’s been a while
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| Here I come touching down in your vertical smile |
| Hers is wild
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| Hot but mild like crystal hot sauce
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| You make me trickle
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| Nickels got tossed, on both sides was a winner
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| Heads and tails for dinner
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| Forgive this sinner
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| I got a jones for them bones
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| It wasn’t planned
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| Though God timed it
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| You can ask D’Angelo
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| I’m broad minded
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| You got me ready to touch the moon, here’s my mushroom
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| I’m reading your body language
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| I’m ready to publish the puttin of…
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| Stroke of genius from a penis
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| That’s touched everything chocolate to tapioca
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| I wanna watch you choke up and giggle
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| And wipe the spittle from your nipples a little
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| Uh-huh just a little
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| And drool a jewel until I hit a mental wreckage
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| The only way to identify you when I’m done
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| Dental records
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| Like this one
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| Fear me not
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| Got everything from Miracle Whip to spiritual dick
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| Drippin wet
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| Let me bite your hands on my chinny chin chin
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| Win a trip to buy a fit to tie your loose ends
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| Stay a while child
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| I got toys
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| But you got to wind it
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| I’m broad minded
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| Yeah, big shout out to Shock G for these broad minded tracks
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| No doubt |
| Hobo Junction soldier
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| Bumpin these freaks in a broad minded state
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| Lettin you know for the nine six straight
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| Sideways |