Lyrics

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Lyrics by Sub-Zero Degrees
Produced by DJ Chaz

{First Verse - 16 Bars}
I wanna take you home like a designated driver/ Some freaks are live but baby your liver
Your ass is bulgin? hotter than a cauldron/ all on my balls like Spalding

I aint her to kick no corny love song/ It?s a lust song, I wanna see you in just thongs
Check my file I got a high pussy intake/ Thick like milkshake, make my dick inflate

Niggas wanna know how in the hell do I manage/ to fuck the brains out a broad leavin? cervical damage
Well, I make ?em come in multiples like X?s/ Sub Zero?s undefeated in the battle of the sexes

Is you from Egypt? ?Cause you look like a goddess/ You were built for fuckin? baby I can?t be modest
I dig down deep like I?m stuck in the trenches/ I?m hung like lynchin? for all you little wenches

{Chorus}
Can I touch your texture?/ I?m mean I know I just meant ya/
But I need to Undress ya/ Wow, I see that God done blessed ya Pretty black girl
You?re a physical specimen and you a-tempt the best of men - Pretty black girl
You?re a physical specimen and you a-tempt the best of men - Pretty black girl

{Second Verse - 16 Bars}
I just love the way she was singing my Chorus/ I guess that?s why I had to swell her clitoris
It something about sexy girls from the projects/ Slicker that Rick with your attitude and dialect

Oh baby girl you?re a hotty/ Now come and sit on Daddy?s face like a potty
I love black women so much till its scary/ That?s why I get nervous every time a pop a cherry

?Cause she might be the one - get me strung even though she?s young/ Have me doing all sorts of things with my tongue
Whoa let me slow down, Sub Zero and I?m frigid/ Damn you keep a nigga dick rigid

And that means hard for you borderline retards/ AvantGarde but still hard from the boulevard
You get stuck, I?m wild I run amuck/ I?ll put a mirror up your butt so I can see how good I fuck
{Chorus}

{Third Verse - 16 Bars}
Let me make this crystal, crystal as in clear/ I stay away from pussy that foams like Root Beer
If I go uncooked, my dick won?t get cooked/ sauteed, flame broiled, evil plot foiled

Girls take their clothes off ?cause of the way that I rhyme/ You?d think I got a birth defect because I March for Dimes
They got real big titties and itty bitty bikini?s/ They lips are poked out like Mussolini

?Cause I nut and disappear like Houdini/ I command you like Genie put your buns on my big black weenie
You don?t want to see me - I bet them sugar walls so sweet/ I?m diving in head first you better sign your time sheet

I get plum ignorant when you jiggle them jugs/ You got an outlet for my plug?
Where? Oh back at your place? Let get out of this place/ You can give me bobble head while your making the fish face!

{Chorus}