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Back by popular demandMissy CristalPut on Earth to serve manI'm a rap slutI lay more tracks than I get buttMy shit's raw like pussy dribbleHot like baby oil rubbed on hard nipplesMy booty ripples when my ass gets smacked from the motionPelvic thrust commotionMake a toast and watch the legs openI'm down for pokin', gropin' and chokin'I'm down for fuckin' when I feel my panties soakin'Got a welcome mat at the end of my mattressIt's an open invitation if you wanna get at itI need cock 24 hours a dayBut if you need a break, you can watch me masturbateI'm down to fuck with girls as wellI like to sip from the pussy wellJuice flowin' like we got the tap onEverybody happy with the double-sided strap-onI'm happy when we scissor grindI'm happy when you deliver mineHot sex, let's fuck with lesbiansI like to make out, French-kiss with pussy lipsNothing can replace the dickSongtexteI like to suck a little bit before I have breakfastI like my cock like I like my GuinnessThick top to it, which you have to begin withI wanna ride you like a rollercoasterYour dick can be the pistol and my mouth is the holsterI ain't frontin', kid, that thing is a blessingI eat jizz like that shit is Ranch dressingI wanna bounce on your 24I ain't talkin' 'bout your rims, of courseI suck cock 'til my voice gets hoarseYou can barely make it out when I'm begging for moreSo why don't you call up one of your friendsOr better yet, I could call up tenWe'll all pile into the saunaSip on Hennessey while we smoke a little chronicIt gets hot and we start to lose our clothesOne man for eleven horny hoesParty's rockin', right in timeSweat, flesh, what's next, I want mineEverybody piled in a fuckin' stackWhat the fuck's goin' on, whose hand was that?I get lost in the wild confusionAll I know is that smell ain't perfumeIt gets late and the girls all leaveLeaves a little time for you and meDon't wash up, I wanna lick you cleanI like the way the sweat makes your body gleamI know you're tired, but don't give up, please!I thought you could handle this dirty skeezI expect the juice to flow like NiagaraIf you need some help, I could get you some ViagraAh fuck, I'm sending you home, fool!Call the football team from the local high schoolTeach 'em a lesson in playing fairLet every single one of them touchdown thereBeen around now I'm going 'round the trackShit is gettin' rough, I'm sending in the quarterbackLet him play with his newfound toyI even gave a handjob to the waterboyEqual opportunity, that's how I dealAnybody's welcome 'long as they can make me squealIt's affirmative, I'm getting some actionI hope you see my ass, I could use some fudge packin'Back that shit up like the Hoover damSee your penis covered in poopie jamWhat can I say, that's just the way I amIf I lick your butthole, you're no less of a manOr if I put a finger in it, lick it, spit it, split it, shit itI don't give a fuck-it, I just wanna get in itI wanna disrespect you, fuckerI wanna desecrate your buttholeThought I could go an entire songWithout talkin' 'bout ass, what the fuck is wrong?I need that shit like a bird needs feathersI need ass like a pirate needs treasureDid I say treasure? Yo, a pirate need bootyLike a little rap slut needs a studioI wouldn't be much without a micBut I'd still have tits and a pussy, right?And it'd still be tight, and I'd still go all nightMissy Cristal makes her mama proudMissy Cristal makes her mama proudMissy Cristal makes her mama proudSo we all know that I'm down with group shitBut I gotta be honest when I wonka do itI need a man who knows how to move itYes, size matters, don't make me prove itSo what I'll do when I get you homeRip your shirt off, tie it to my bedpostGot a knee on either side of your faceFeed you cherries held with the stem in that placeThen I'll lick on your neck and earlobesBreathe real softly on your collarboneI wanna rub and squeeze on your shouldersYou like the way this fire smouldersI'm gonna work my way down real slowBite your nipples, run my tongue in circlesYou act like you haven't been touched in daysRun my fingernails down the length of your ribcageI kiss on your belly buttonA little lower, it's what we both wantSlide your pants down to your anklesThat's okay, sugar, you can thank me laterI run a hand up to your legsI feel 'em quiver when I reach your thighsThat's when I got tired Aus Songtexte Mania