Lyrics

[Intro] Sex, X, X, Sex, Sex, X, X, (ha, ha ha ha) Sex I bust massive, my skills to the mil You wanna flex sometimes like Jack and Jill I stand tall the cape the color purple Have you lookin' bugged with your pants like Erkel Don't try to move on my spot, I burn your rectum Your boys step up, yo the cops can't protect 'em Yeah, I set flames to your pubic Make you wanna do do and boogie and feel stupid Terrific, I smoke and feel hieroglyphic The snow, the sun, c'mon boy be specific Amazing, chasing fours and fives of you I'm like a cyclops wild with eyes on you I come step to M.C.'s likе Dave Robick Give 'em anothеr name and call 'em Ken Kobick Whatever, go find a tissue that wipes for you Here's my style kid a sticker and snipes for you The kid rollin', the press on my penis I battle the earth and tell your girl have you seen this Back up, see the brother with the helmet The freak man, the kid like Sam Shaft Chorus: Sex, is it time for sex, X is it time for sex (Repeat 2x) Max, who with the panties want it anal? I get deep in that hole de-clog Drano Yes the master man the funky exotic I pull M.C.'s g-stings and get erotic The final one, coming through with the chapter I got the hand the palm gotta smack ya Flowin' like this, flowin' like that Movin' like this, movin' like that the X bought a Trojan Prophylactic rappers feel plastic I put it on, now tell me do the mask fit? Yo Ronny Filman, I stick like I'm Jimmy Zee With Jeannie Pepper, rappers scream like Ona Zee I get deep in that butt, do construction Change my underwear, an wet up your production I got more booty's to pump then R Kelly Then leave it on your eye piece, right on your belly I'm not Jody, singin' like I'm Watley I see you naked, you still couldn't spot me I come straight up Milwaukee like a brewer Like Roto Rooter, and clean do do out the sewer The masked man, yo duke i'm the panty worker The big wood, the pump and the phone jerker I smack tail M.C.'s they booty for sale You better step off and never come crutchless You don't want none pissed by a therapist I film deep in the back like John Stag Make a rapper screen test hit 'em with a bag In go out, in go out, in go out, yeah rippin' boots from the couch Make you wanna wiggle your pelvis and say ouch Tie me up, so M.C.'s want a whippin' Some feel wet and sticky I smell it in the room One time, check it out... Chorus: (Repeat 3x) M.C.'s actin' all wild with latex Beggin' me hard for stiff love and more sex I gotta load up my tank and my creamer My distribution, my lubrication is CEMA They wanna step on stage pull they pants down The X ready, the freak with his mask down I treat rappers like Dominique Simon Make 'em get the grease use the cord from they telephone You never know hittin' boots with the door closed M.C.'s turn up with glowin' cheeks in my nose The mack planter, the kid left hander Buckets of fruit double cherry's and banana I got you open, ready for your next toy I pull panties, M.C.'s call me Uncle Roy Like Ronnie hymo move stick and tower Hittin' from the back, who can stop diesel power? I come straight up and clear like Rex Borsky M.C.'s charged me what, how much you think it cost me? I take five M.C.'s right to the mattress, watch the tail spin when i smack this I better move, this time catch a angle Make 'em get together hope they clothes won't tangle I stand waitin' for you like Bobby Highlander That's cute a little bear with ya Panda Chorus: (Repeat 4x) [Outro] Yeah do what you gotta do, get off the stage, take off your boots, and all your lingerie, and the blond wig, cuz, you need it, turn up, put grease all over your face, cuz your ready for something different, lick the jelly