Who wanna come test the kid Have your baby mama bless the team Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla
(feat. CJ) [CJ] Yo Eve, where you at man I'm tires of talkin' to this answering machine shit I seen you earlier but you know you was with them Ruff
a little time for myself 'cause i'm only human, i'm no machine I need a little loving only you know what I mean Don't misunderstand me I'm not getting soft
[answering machine] (beep) Then you know what you can do You can be a couple of pleasers And take some tweazers And bust every hair on my nutsack Paste
have not begun I'm grinding Putting these kids to bed You think you're hard-boiled Fucker you're an easter egg You got a pastel shell and a soft inside
Then go to clown up on they ass like Bozo Oh no, then dance on top of they asses like I was Jo Jo Dancer Come Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer Come niggaz with machine
you I feel safe and sound With your arms all around Into your arms I fly You are my girl I am your boy I never cry with you my joy You skin so soft
wanna come test the kid Have your baby mama bless the team Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla
I've seen heavily advertised. You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean. You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine
, you know it But its something else to you Like that job This morning when you got there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind
Got a group to troop, with a shoop de shoop Shoot hoop then scoop, on this loop to loop Goin off and off, not soft of course Just black and back to go
aby I got you on my answering machine on replay This is getting difficult in my say Stutter's on my mind when you approach me With soft untrusting words
and delight and then say goodnight and then just say goodbye? Am I a toy on a tray ? a soft piece of clay queen or clown for the day machine ballerina
will scorn the heavy fuckin' spitters on I'm postin' wit Tech, I'm postin' wit g's in the back My swagger so mean wit the mini machine on my back For
Jim Dycus/Kerry Kurt Phillips) Well I'm gonna have to get a new mailbox 'Cuz all she left me was a hole And I'm gonna hafta get a new washin' machine