A Name I Call Myself

A Name I Call Myself - Souls of Mischief

Adam is the man that got more honies than a hive of

Bees I skeeze I'm pullin stunts like McGyver

And I try ta always be patient with a Miss

But I diss 'cause groupies

Always seem to make me pissed

Huh they gotta be frontin

Wantin to start a phony friendship

I never pretend to think I befriend be them hips

And send dips back to they moms with a grin

But if she's a boo boo head

I tell no-one that I got in

Yo skins friends I got a lotta and I gotta

Bend them and then blend all the hottie

Spurts be burstin like a mile a minute

'Cause I can either take it slow or

Yo I wild up in it

I'm pulling yes 'cause fully dressed

Or threadbare they're nice

I twist my sides to tickle thighs

When my head's there

I now rips sets so foul dips spread my rep

I sew the girls up like Schweppes

So many kids might fret

Afterwards I'm bouncing dips like tits on chicks

Who be running track

Then they be running back for more

Rest assured it's absurd for her to be your linga

I get the finger 'cause she can't get the stinga

Any longer my dong can stretch and I'm stronger

I got the daddy ding-a-ling to

Get you hot and bothered

Get the kinks out when my stink

In the pink shout and scream

Butta second fling is but a dream

From day one I played hoes in the schoolyard

My tool heartless

But not for dips submerging

It ain't hurt men to merge in

My status from baddest to Tims

I'm pulling more hips

Than gravity and after the skins get hit I'm drowsing

Arousing the next dousing the next thousand my saliva

The liver ones 'cause

I don't try to run in no dumb females

Some be swell but my picks so why tricks

Get restricted to flicks with boo boo heads

I screw you dead

I call myself the man

I call myself the man

I call myself the man

I call myself the man

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Niggaz cling and get attached to things on the flute

That's insane I just be in and bang get boots

For gosh sakes that broad shakes

Her thang to the whole game

The way the labia lips hang it's a sad shame

Clapping when you're tapping

Just hit the scraps and be at em

The breasts sag like they're saddened

The skins are wrinkled dry worn and battered

Leave em shattered she's as fly as a maggot

The him I am the man I'm him

Bustin skins out I been stout erect checkin dips

When I'm wreckin lips and clitorises hit her with this

Swinging from my you know

What's so you know buttcheeks

Are clapping tapping the guts on the late with your date

Makes my ego read those

Lipstick marks on my penal tip

They don't lie penis took your dip to a fly despise

My description why when I'm making them lips bend

I hit it I did it I admit it

I never quit it yes I knock the boots

Like I was Riddick

Bowe get with it hoe I get with

No Boomerang broads with nasty toes

Keep your corns on your husk you muskrat

But if she's fly I try to bust that

Gluttius maximus I wax and bust

I'm taxin just to be the mack man Plus

Once I been with women

Friendship done been the sole outcome

How come skins can't work their way in

The question resting late night at her pad and

Scheming to grab and season 'cause she's in

I fiend getting mad horny transforming charges

Into swinging me seemingly hard miss

Let her know that I was on it

Now I got dibs on that crib I'm

Welcome Back 'cause I'm Kotter

I call myself the man

I call myself the man

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I call myself the man

I call myself the man

I call myself the man

I call myself the man

I call myself the man