[Intro] Just as knowing music won't make you a fine musician Knowing sex won't make you a fine lover either Cause making great sex, like making great music, takes effort and practice
Makes perfect sense to me But it all depends on how the other person tends to be Especially with ultra sensitive tendencies She wasn't meant for me It all stems from the- Deep down need for a chick whos always honest Wanna fuck? Let's fuck No strings attached, promise Hahaha
\"I want you to know all about me.\"
So the words is crawling out She jar analogies between inner thighs and dinner time Dima taps and tap a dimes As if she didn't mind sipping slime Like minute maid or orange crush. It torments us We hide behind the performance of Award winning puppetry, poetry, mockery, debauchery It's more plastic than tupperware She fluffs her hair around to one side of her neck Looks to me and says
\"If you want to feel my breasts, it's all right.\"
I thought might, might this test be of some sort? Is there someone else watching she's putting up a front for? A jealous ex-herbivore, peeping from the distance? A scaredy cat killer with a leaf in his suspicions? Hahah nahhh, promoters only pack these venues with geeks Maybe the crazy bitch is a genuine freak Just trying to get her name in the Behemoth album liner
\"Look between my legs at my vagina.\"
Girl interrupted, skirt lifted up with a disturbing smirk As she opened up the curtain to her *moan* The most pervert-est discussion that I've had in weeks I grab her by her tatt'd sleeve, and her scarred up pencil thin wrist I softly clutch As we're walking up to the rental whip I think I'll call her bluff like What would you say to me if I just said to you
\"I want you to take special interest in my genitals\"
Ohhhh shit
\"Are they large or small? Touch them.\"
What then? Yours or mine fraulein? You borderline, with a rip cord for a spine So I'mma pull the string and watch you recoil You so greasy that you probably bleed oil But that's some other shit So what if it's you just want someone else who you can suffer with A motherless daddy's little girl who covers with one hand to shut me up The other reaches into my pants. I'm thinking out loud
\"Feel my penis in your hands.\"
She squeezes it expands, kinda like my ego Which performs better under pressure right-in front other people She mutters something evil Pops the cap and as the lipstick twists I hear \" six, six, six \" She says \"Sex Dez, Sex\" and with her stick shift grip she lines me up Like a stepped on gram as if with eyeballs sidekick I get her breasts on cam Yo, yo Steve you getting service?
\"Now, insert it.\"
Said the beast to the vixen We weave through positions Like a school of hills Her attention fueled appeal Starts to get fuzzy and the more it blurs It becomes more clear that you're to her What she's to you, some temporary sort of cure And just as that thought occurs You realize you the same person you talk shit about When out this chicken's mouth
\"How wonderful this feels.\"
But only one of you reveal the truth when you rambled Sounded like the samples and bad touch example
Huh, I even let her call me Daniel, but now I know That really I'm the only guilty one With no one to blame but my filthy tongue But I wanna keep her as a fan so I just wait until she's done
\"Ride my penis build your pleasure, feel me, and let your pleasure come.\"