Slob On My Knob Lyrics

Slob on my knob

Like corn on the cob

Check in with me

And do your job

Lay on the bed

And gimme 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 whole face

Real name grover

I said bend over

I started to knock

Then came the odor

Smelt like mush

Shouldn't had a woosh

Told her to stop

And take a doosh

Once she did that

I didn't want the cat

So, I bailed out

And never came back

Sucka nigga dicka suck

Sucka nigga dicka suck

Sucka nigga dicka suck

Sucka nigga dicka suck

My nigga, D-magic

Said he had to have it

I said just forget it

It's too crappy
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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 funny

Once had a doubt

Backyard ground

Hit it from the back

Enjoyed the sound

Name under cover

Always used a rubber

Until I got caught

Fuckin' with her mother

She blamed it on me

We fought in the streets

She pulled out a knife

So I had to flee

Call up the boys

Went to her house

Trashed the whole place

Threw the bitch out

Police busted in

"Where the niggas at?"

We left just in time

And never came back

Rode through the hood

Wavin' at the freaks

Sniffin' all the rocks.

Smokin' all the geeks

Made another stop

Police station

Saw a few cops

Drove by and spayed them

License tag number

A nigga said he saw

Focus all the time

And never get caught