Esham - Devil's in the Soup lyrics

[INTRO] sh** you talking might have once been true But this is one time I don't think your motherf**ing punk will do Ladies and gentlemen here he is The man that recorded "Eat Out More Often" And "This p**y Belongs To Me" Let's hear it for Mister... [VERSE 1] Now I know it's (a like that fearin'???) But you still want to hear that Unholy spirit Still getting done by none Pulled up a dress and f**ed a nun The walls sweat blood from thinking about s** As your clit gets wet You're hot like fire, you desire More than pleasure, much more higher Your nipples on your chest start to bleed The soup is getting hot, time to feed Your Heaven is burning As you're masturbating, but still you're yearning The fire is getting very hot As you stick your finger in the soup inside the pot You begin to stir it Lick your finger to taste it, but it's not done yet A snow white virgin Operating on yourself like a medical surgeon Something you love to do Who would've thought it was you The Devil's in the soup [HOOK] The Devil's in the soup (x3) [VERSE 2] Break out the mixing spoon And stir it up with all you got The soup is getting hotter and hotter Running all down the side of the pot Juice is on the covers I think I smell a little tuna inside that soup So what you putting in it The basic four fingered food groups All alone 'Cause you feed for a minute, add meat and bones So the Devil's in your soup Your panties all wet from spilling that soup Homemade, never stored in cans Always made with hands I think your starting to stick to the pot That means soup's too hot It's so hot it burns So stick a spoon in it and give a couple turns And I thought you was a good girl Never let nobody inside your world So the Devil's in the soup How'd you let the Devil get inside your soup Been thinking about s** Next thing you know, you'll be wearing a Kotex When the walls come down And the soups in the cupboard there to be found You've committed sin But when the Devil's in the soup, it'll happen again [HOOK] [VERSE 3] Masturbating, demonstrating good love Knowing damn well that ain't what you thinking of You're thinking about coming For the first time, you're out your mind You don't know what you're doing But it feels so good you could think you're screwing You feel something tingle As you giggle and start to wiggle but still single Playing that Esham tape So much love and so much hate Your emotions run wild Feeling more like a woman and less like a child Get ready for the fountain 'Cause you'll be coming around the mountain Any minute with the soup 'Cause the Devil's still tasting and she's wasting Soup in her clothes But she's the only one that knows About that dish Squaggy juice which smells like fish And she loves to fix it Her favorite part is when she mix it Virgins want to have fun to But when they do The Devil's in the soup [HOOK]