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Lick The Balls Lyrics

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Slick Rick : Lick The Balls Lyrics

Songwriters: Walters, Ricky M. L.; Sadler, Eric T.; Boxley Iii, James Henry;

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Excuse me, I'm trying to earn a mere buck or two
A solemn rapper come in, and who the fuck are you?
Around this part of town with diamonds and your girl in fur
"I'm trying to enter in this rap contest you're havin', sir"
You're kinda late, "Flat tire" well, that'd do it 'cuz
Well alright, pay me now, and you'll be at the hub

"I hope I don't mess up, or run out of breath, or even brick"
Don't worry hon' you're hittin' 'em harder than a fuckin' brick
"But what do you think, Van?", please, no one can serve us
"Wish me luck, dear, I'm scared and I'm nervous"
So who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls
This one the DJ calls, lick the balls

Now every time I write dope raps they come vickin' it
Now you know the title of this, so start lickin' it
Lips kickin' it, hey bitch, there is a brick in it
So when you think you're prepared, I keep stickin' it
Now here they come with a spike to fight, take it light
Now who the one you're trying to be like with all your might

And anyone that attempted to remove me out the race
Best give me space before I fly in they fuckin' face
Now raise that vocal, play that role around your local hoods
Don't worry about a thing 'cuz Ricky Rick is bringin' home the goods
Who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls
This one the DJ calls lick the balls

Now everything that come out your mouth, sound like it's out of spite
I'm back on a mission and this time I'm gonna anchor right
That's right, ads help, he's improvin' it
"Thank gosh, Rick, we love the way you're movin' it"
Who's hittin' rough in eighty-eight, I bet your momma knows
Backslap you all down like I were dominoes

Stun 'em all, come on y'all, give me a taste of life
Act trife, I'll let my dog cold fuck ya wife
So be my friend and don't pretend you will not be forgiven
You're cleaning house up to the master, that's how we both are livin'
So who will stands, who falls, who crowds the halls
This one the DJ calls lick the balls

Go Vance Wright, go Rick, look at the style we bring
How come you cannot write a rap that will erase the king
The girls you watch are now entranced now when they see me slam
Shit on motherfuckers and I tell them who the fuck I am
My name is Rick, but now you know who's rulin' it
Pump the world and the DJ put the fuel in it

Come ride the dick and if you wanna know what is the word
Who write the baddest raps you and your boys have ever heard
I eat you up and give your girl a bowl of Puppy Chow
You understand alright? Hello, I'm tryin' to tell you now
Who stands, who falls, who crowds the halls
This one the DJ calls, lick the balls