I'm like Kenny Rogers in Six Pack
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Girls won't give my dick back
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All this sex affects my syntax
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The pistol I pack's impact
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Make's you gasp infact
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So sit back, relax
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While I grind this axe
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On your Brazillian wax
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Without fishing fast
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I bask in the slash
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Underneath your cinnamon ass
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About ten minutes it lasts
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I pull it out and pass gas
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My name is MC Chris
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Kinda cute
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Kinda crass
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Ladies love me sending pic's
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Where they're scantilly clad
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Send some back
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Then invite them to come crash at my pad
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They're like
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Oh my G, OMG, that'd be so rad
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We make the beast with two backs
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Until we both get whiplash
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Get with the program
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Strip to the slow jam
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Slip on a Trojan
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Kissin' the toes and
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Move to the knees
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Go back, repeat
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The job ain't done
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'Til you ruin the sheets
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My name is MC
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And your name is a creep
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Because you creep into my bed
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About every week
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Tractor beam on my bed
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Got you actin' le freak
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Tractor beam on my bed
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Got you actin' le freak
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I should be flirtin' with virgins
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Instead of jerkin' my gerkin
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I should be working the circuit
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Assertive for certain
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With little aversion
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They all open they curtains
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Mini me starts emergin
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To be rid of his burden
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Did I fail to mention
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All the ladies say word
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Got a panty collection
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Like a Japanese perv
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They're prepared to purr
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And to serve up they curves
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I skip the main course
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I prefer the whore derves
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I like thongs, like grannies
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Like any old panties
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Hanging on the lampshades
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As I tap on her back space
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I like bows, like lace
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Like suckin' her face
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I like fuckin' her waist
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I make a bucket of paste
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When her eyes roll back
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It means her memory's erase
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Slow-mo, tip-toe
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My ass out of her place
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I quickly run to the clinic
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A q-tip in my diddick
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I wait two very long weeks
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To know if these nuts need a medic
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So c'mon
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Get with the program
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Strip to the slow jam
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Slip on a Trojan
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Kissin' the toes and
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Move to the knees
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Go back, repeat
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The job ain't done
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'Til you ruin the sheets
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My name is MC
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And your name is a creep
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Because you creep into my bed
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About every week
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Tractor beam on my bed
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Got you actin' le freak
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Tractor beam on my bed
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Got you actin' le freak
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Tractorbeam
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| MC Chris |
