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Eddie Bones presents... the adventures of Charlie Bawles You heard about Charlie's angles? They keep broads hooked on the cock like Prince Alberts [Charlie Bawles] Well it's Chuck, The first man that your girl couldn't deep throat So I fucked her mouth til her two front teeth broke Flipped the bitch like cheap coke Left the sheets soaked, gave the meat stroke til the hoe's ass cheeks smoked Freaks know the stee Before they even rolled with me I shift ovaries, send 'em home with torn hosiery Used to fuck to Jodeci, now it's to my own CD I tell the bitch "I'm on my own shit", Stop holdin' me And tell me how this nut tastes Bust in the sluts face, leave 'em mud, Laced like a Hostess cupcake No matter, what race you can still be in my smut tape But fuck fake bitches that whine like crushed grapes Come take the fat, long thing with the cock ring SongtexteCheckMark knocks the box til the twat stings Broads cling. I'll knock the matress off your box spring Rip your bra string and spill beer in your offspring They try to block things, I don't like that Keep the tights back, Or I'm a throw 'em in the closet like mic jacks I might, smack your kids while I'm grabbin your tits Strappin your wrist to the headboard, And stabbin your ribs. With the long dick Of this pornographic bastard Workin the bed til I get paid by my matress Don't laugh bitch. There ain't no jokin here I'll fuck ya til your downstairs, neighbor smokes a square Poke your rear with my thumb to test If you ever used your bum for sex Ain't no ease, thumbs the rest I'm the best rapper that be slingin his nuts Plus I turn a bitch that's never been touched, into a porno slut [Charlie Bawles] I'm lookin for sluts Eighteen and up from B to D cups Fuck me Chuck til I bust and clean it up She seen enough smut to make sound decisions To lift up the butt or stay down in submission I pound with presicion. Every dames a D. P My team'll kill beavers til they endagered species Spankin fee fees. Til the chick's shits achin Clit skin's chafin. Miss to tris nathan Bitch quit fakin. We know how your story goes. Naughty hoes, double stuffed like Oreos Corny bros try to bite my moves, There'll be none of that I got patents on the Cambridge Crab And the Thunderclap Run laps around the cat. Master of dick and dash Swift macks spittin gash. Shaft in your chickens ass Hit the back last on your hooters and grill I could chill or score fast in the two minute drill Charlie been done, provin his skills Using the dills. Hula hoop a groupie for a brew and two bills My maneuvers are ill. Broads kill for the throbbin dick Not mysogenist. Before I fuck, I massage a bitch Got a lot of flicks. How to, for all you novices You wannabe Skitz, Can cop a Charlie Bawles starter kit Let the hottest chicks turn actress for practice I mash half stiff, Ron Jeremy of this rap shit Match wits with the finest Nevermind the rest baby time to sex So grind til your behind is wet I'm the best rapper that be swingin his nuts And plus I turn a bitch that's never been touched, into a porno slut Aus Songtexte Mania