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      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