Mr. Bozack

Lyrics

[Verse 1: PMD & Erick Sermon] Good morning Mr. Bozack, time to wake up the nuts For what? To hit the shower, so I can wash the butt Damn, last night was crazy, word life, I had a blast It was ass for days, nuts had a full tank of gas Golly, G, word P, tits and VD Pussy kicking louder than my Alpine Benzi, box Yes, I fresh, sweet like gumdrops Pay me like Oprah and no one to cockblock Slow down big fella, why? I think you're gassin' me P, get off my big dick, chill, stop harassing me Your dick? You mean my dick, and don't forget Now let me scrub that head before it smells like fish Mr. Bozack Mr. Bozack [Verse 2: Erick Sermon & PMD] That's your fault, black (Explain), no jim hat You got in some fly shit and stuck me in bareback Smarty, what happened over there at the party? Was it Vodka and smeared on a bit of Bacardi? No, dick (Don't call me that), sorry, Mr. Bozack But you didn't help, talking' bout, "Where's the hoes at?" I was hard (How hard?), hard enough to buck Shit, you didn't rush the pussy, see, I stuffed her like a duck Mr. Bozack, what? You went out like a sucker Not me, G, P, 'cause you the one who bucked her Hachoo, God bless you, damn, here's a tissue Yo, P I'm feeling sick, relax, what can I get you? Tetracycline? No, a penicillin cap, it burns Yo, chill, Mr. Bozack No, I can't believe that, cool, jack, screw that All you had to do was wear a jim hat I reached for one, but didn't quite make it She grabbed on your headpiece, I couldn't quite take it Now lounge Mr. Bozack, stop cryin' like a wuss And bone up the nuts, G, 'cause yo, there's more puss Look, P, the B-O-Z is like outtie Outtie like who? Motherfuckin' Curt Gowdy [Outro: Erick Sermon & PMD] It's the jim Ow, it burns Don't worry, G, I'll have you hooked up on Friday We go get this shot real quick Everything gon' be copacetic Now wipe the head off, we 'bout to go stab this ho cake right here