Eddie Bones - Charlie's Angels lyrics

Eddie Bones presents... The adventures of Charlie Bawles You heard about Charlie's angles? They keep broads hooked on the co*k like Prince Alberts (Charlie Bawles) Well it's Chuck The first man that your girl couldn't deep throat So I f**ed her mouth til her two front teeth broke Flipped the b**h like cheap coke Left the sheets soaked, gave the meat stroke Til the hoe's a** cheeks smoked Freaks know the stee Before they even rolled with me I shift ovaries, send 'em home with torn hosiery Used to f** to Jodeci, now it's to my own CD I tell the b**h "I'm on my own sh**" Stop holdin' me And tell me how this nut tastes Bust in the s*uts face, leave 'em mud Laced like a Hostess cupcake No matter, what race you can still be in my smut tape But f** fake b**hes that whine like crushed grapes Come take the fat, long thing with the co*k ring CheckMark 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 p**nographic ba*tard Workin the bed til I get paid by my matress Don't laugh b**h. There ain't no jokin here I'll f** ya til your downstairs Neighbor smokes a square Poke your rear with my thumb to test If you ever used your bum for s** Ain't no ease, thumbs the rest I'm the best rapper that be slingin his nuts Plus I turn a b**h that's never been touched Into a p**no s*ut (Charlie Bawles) I'm lookin for s*uts Eighteen and up from B to D cups f** me Chuck til I bust and clean it up She seen enough smut to make sound decisions To lift up the bu*t or stay down in submission I pound with presicion. Every dames a D. P My team'll k** beavers til they endagered species Spankin fee fees. Til the chick's sh**s achin Clit skin's chafin. Miss to tris nathan b**h 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 a** 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 sk**s Using the dills Hula hoop a groupie for a brew and two bills My maneuvers are ill Broads k** for the throbbin dick Not mysogenist. Before I f**, I ma**age a b**h 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 sh** Match wits with the finest Nevermind the rest baby time to s** So grind til your behind is wet I'm the best rapper that be swingin his nuts And plus I turn a b**h that's never been touched, into a p**no s*ut