Are You Old Enough?

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mortar] What, you bitchin' now? Yeah, it's Mortar, that's all I gotta say to sort a situation out The bowel, the fist, the snuff, the flick Lock on the beat like cops cuffin' on a wrist She's suckin' the dick the first time we meet Dug in the cunt, plus, I heard that she juggle Beats But no, DJ, she play the role I play the record while she's neckin' on a pole Raw, cannibal animal instinct Jump in feet first, knee deep into stink The brink of destruction Have chick, have dick, add booze and we can begin the fuckin' I'm no mack, no stack, no fame No game, all I have is my balls and a name And claim the baddest endgame status Handle Mortar now, I'm more than you can manage [Verse 2: Beats] Yeah, it's true that she juggle Beats, I seen saliva drool Told her, "Have dick, have pool, can rap, am cool" Ankles kept warm with wet knickers One mind, a mission's takin' pornographic pictures War locked and witches gettin' burned at the stake And I don't care if you're great, just be fuckin' my mates And as the party goes on, you'll see the party get wrong You wanna be part of a song? Adroit Effusive, we're on Come here and step in the booth, got a confession for you Now when I said you were cute, I only wanted a root Conclusion conquered by a force of whores I hear war, flaps swingin' like old saloon doors Pathetic western, don't bother textin' 'cause I won't message Back with fuckin' text message this, well fuckin' text message that Add Beats to your MySpace top eight Send and take photos for the private message masturbate [Chorus] Are you old enough? Are you old enough? Are you old enough? Are you old enough? [Verse 3: Patti] Missus Snuffer Lover kisses, fuckin' this Punch drunk, lovin' this Skip the small talk and sub, strips shows Strip naked and fuck, then try to father a son A few bucks but I ain't givin' 'em none Now I'm chillin' with a girl that's rank Now you could go home and wank or Johnny walk the plank Now she was built like a tank, large ape Weight watchers watchin' the weight, I got some people to thank And all I ever wanted was a tit grub Plus a dick rub, quick, suck, whip cream, whipped up Fuck, I been stuck in a world full a hippos That had me frustrated like a celibate nympho Rip the trousers and feed it, with Patti, no rubber needed No sex-sexual diseases, I'm test-tested repeatedly A camera camouflagin' the scenery On behalf of the Adroit, I wanna thank you for seein' me [Verse 4: Trials] Ay, fuckin' suck dick in the name of Lord Trials The ball size got slags hangin' 'round like horse flies Poor guys fuckin' bunch a pigs Hungry and need someone to cut lunch like Bris Skull some drinks, angel, piss, then get ruined Every girl I slept with prob'ly fuckin' slept through it They know I'm fuckin' shittin' the bed Like when they stop suckin' the wang and try kiss it instead, wrong Practice makes perfect Like my ex-girlfriend fuckin' every single dude that she works with Small titty, don't matter if the purse big I'm thirsty and need a dirty bus to share germs with How to swallow like your gut's hollow Dick conspiracy theory, where I go, the nuts follow And she made up her makeup, that's a bad wake up Like Mortar on your couch, every day's a fuckin' eight months