Mic check
When I was gay for you
I knew you were the gayest one too see
Come through, my d.i.ck hit the ground
I swear the whole world could feel you,like a real n.i.g.ga's BBC
Crowd around, when my d.i.ck makes a sound.

[Verse 1: MF COOM]
You used to get c.o.c.k.ed a lot, but never c.o.c.k.ed no drop
Hold mics like homies c.o.c.ks, tight like padlocks
Help ya homie bust a nut, Make sure the door is shut.
Stop and stick around, come through and get d.i.c.k.ed down
Busted a nut in yo homies sock, while you get passed around the block
On the fly now 6 inch sicko, who throws his d.i.ck around
Bound to go three-flat, all night, cause this ass is fat
It's a intricate plot of a butt-boy strapped past
I used to get touched alot, damn i really missed that
Femboy trap got kidnapped, damn i shoulda hit that
Then release a statement to the press, let them know i fu.c.k.ed the rest
Got the homies lining up, cause i d.i.c.k down the best
Metal Fist terrorists claim my boy hole without ability
Broken household name usually said in hostility
Um, who is me, jc? You silly, got me tweakin like a gay hillbilly
Got me mixed up with drake, HE got nothing like my willie
Always tryin to trick around, but i still tugg my d.i.ck around
What is this that i'm feelin, im kinda hard. co.ck is what im thinkin
I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for twenty bucks, id always f.u.ck my friends
Cheeks clappin, you know whats happenin, its always a daily double
No need to jack off just to save me the trouble, yo
Watch your own back, cause i might pack it with my sack
came in and got out alone, black c.o.c.k.s
Stay in the zone
ayo, ima need that stat track ball sack, cause im always on that d.i.ck.
Now that is a fact
Always got them extra guys, like the way i order them extra fries
Feelin like an enterprise, all these n.i.g.g.a.s bustin in my eyes
No need to exercise, these thicc guys got me hypnotized

On Goonsday, ever since the womb
Hit it from back, where my brothers went to goon, that's what my tomb will say
Right above my government name
Either unmarked or engraved; hey, who's to say?

[Verse 2: MF COOM]
I wrote this one for the B.B.C. in the D.I.C.K. O-section
If you don't believe me, ill suck some d.i.ck
No discretion
Bad dragons seventeen inches , up under the top bunk
I say this not to be mean, Its either ass or pop my jonk
Pop the trunk on Cee Cipher Punk, leave his ass gaped
God forbid, if there ain't no escape, but i still fu.c.k.e.d him on tape
Definition "super-villain": not diddy, but i love children
One who is well-skilled in suctions, but youre ass still gonna face destruction
While Sidney Sweeny teaches the grapefruit technique
Like science fiction with my man, epstein island is where we gonna land
I'm a creampied piper. a holler a rhyme,For a dollar and a dime
Do his thing, ring around the white c.o.ck crime
Bustin on my face,Runnin outta time
Fresh outta O-block, monkey-style n.i.g.g.a that rymes
d.i.c.k fiends still touchin teens, shook n.i.g.g.a.s turn witness
Real men fu.c.k their own witness
That's the difference between sissy-pissy Strappers that's double-dutch
How come I'm always the one, to get the double c.u.m-clutch?
C.O.'s make rounds, Always gotta have c.o.c.k.s around
On shakedown, d.i.c.k.ed-down, wet dreams of c.o.c.k.s soo' Brown