Slob On My Knob (pt. Ii) Lyrics

Slob on my knob like corn on the cob Check in with me and do your job Lay on the bed and give me head Don't have to ask, don't have to beg
Juicy is my name, sex is my game Let's call the boys, let's run a train Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt The natural curly hair, please don't touch
First find a mate, second find a place Third find a bag, to hide the ho face Real name Rover, I said bend over I started to knock, then came the odor
Smelled like mush, shouldn't had a woosh Told her to stop and take a dush While she did that, I didn't want the cat So I found out and never came back
Suck a nigga dick or something Suck a nigga dick or something Suck a nigga dick or something Suck a nigga dick or something
My nigga, D-Magic said they had to have it I said, "Just forget it, it's too craby Know a little freak in Hollywood Sucks on dick, does it real good"
She'll give you money, feel up your tummy House full of kids, parents all schummy Once had a down, backyard ground Hit it from the back, enjoy the sound
Lay on the cover, always use the rubber Till I got caught fucking with her mother She blamed it on me, we fought in the street She pulled out a knife so I had to flee
Called up the boys, went to her house Charged the whole place, threw the bitch out Police busted in where the niggas at We left just in time, and never came back
Roll through the hood, waving at the freaks Who's sniffing all the rocks and smoking all the geeks Made another stop, police station Saw a few cops, drove by and sprayed them
Licensee tag number, a nigga said he saw Bogus all the time, never get caught