Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Respect The Broccoli Cock, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Sick of Waiting Tables, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Respect The Broccoli Cock |
I’ve got broccoli cock. |
How many vegetarian women are in the house |
And would like to stuff their mouth with my chlorophyll? |
I gets more than ill |
I left heads for deaths beds with my morbid skill |
And i’ve got whores to kill, excluding Lauryn Hill |
Lauryn Hill’s pretty and her voice rules |
And she sings other people’s songs so well |
Kiss but don’t tell and if you ever do |
That’ll be the last time i take you to the heavy petting zoo |
We can dry hump until the cows come home |
Run up the cattle while I treat my rug burned |
Cauliflower love burns, son ya heard? |
It branches out in every which way |
And lubrication comes from what your lips spray |
Some what that kid say, what I said yo |
My bitches got mad flavor heavy flow |
Mentally I’m busting more cherries than that kid named Telly |
I’m friendly like Casper after i take advantage and vanish |
I’d ask you your name but I couldn’t care less |
I’m just wondering if those are real breasts |
So now I’m checking out your headlights, you ran the red light, special |
Squeezing my head tight |
Pressed right into your out-of-proportion chest, |
All right, they’re mad fake |
Now I’m just concerned with whether or not they can lactate, no? |
Turn around and make that ass shake, ho |
For false advertising, wasn’t that surprising? |
I mean with all that experience |
You still don’t know how to work around your periods, |
Get a calendar and stop prostituting your love notes from J.D. Salinger |
Don’t make me get mad at ya, I’ve got nothing but love for ya, |
I’ve got nothing but love, for dumb sluts |
Hike up your skirt a little more, |
Why even bother wearing a shirt if it’s so small, whore |
Show off your naval with some ornaments, |
You won all events in the whore tournaments, |
Congratulations, gold medal finalist. |
I don’t mind your mindlessness, |
It’s the only reason I exist. |
Timeless mind, ageless body, hardly, sage’s hobby, probably |
Speaking male chauvinist pig latin to some outrageous hotty, naughty |
Do I make you horny baby, do I? |
Didn’t think so, drink slow and I’ll be more fly |
You can judge a harlot by the thickness of her beer goggles, |
Turning the most repulsive weird cock pools into Calvin Klein underwear models |
Convenient isn’t it, I’m not lenient when I’m ripping it, |
Nor am I as obedient, barefoot pregnant in the kitchen shit |
But what’s the ingredient when bitches strip, I’m just not seeing it |
It’s not intricate, they need to think of it |
I mean I’m sexually frustrated, that’s where all this hate is coming from |
Sage Francis, Non-Prophets and I’m still not a done… done… done… done… |
done… |