Souls Of Mischief

Souls Of Mischief - A Name I Call Myself lyrics

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He hah... hahaha!!
 Yo y'all wanna know about hoes?
 Check it... yo

 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  cuz 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
 Cuz I can either take it slow or yo I wild up in it
 I'm pulling, yes cuz 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, cuz 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 cuz 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 (8X)


 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
 [boom bow bang!!] swinging from my you-know-whats so you know buttcheeks
 are clapping tapping the guts on the late with your date
 makes my ego [ha-hah] 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, cuz 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 cuz I parted

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Author: Damani Thompson, Teren Delvon Jones

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation


Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: '93 'til Infinity (1993)

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