John Sparkz - Dennis Haskins lyrics

All my b**hes adore me No more visits to Maury Only visits to where the shore be f** having a shorty I'm on tour, I need my dick milked Blow my nose in patterns woven into thick silk Ah sh** motherf**er man I been ill Spin wheel my favorite disc consists of thin veal Mmm daddy look good, that's what your b**h feel Then spread her thighs wide open for a kid's meal (fish) What a b**h, here's the twist What I twist'll make a normal human twitch Catch me in the Saab like Mitch Pitch left-handed with the chip wrist Bring Mr. Belding out, that means you gettin' dismissed Cancelled, flicks with mickey on the mantle Flicks with Yogi Berra lifted in some sandals Smoke the wax like a candle It be that sh** you can't handle Look just like doodoo in the pamper Like when my son drinks too much apple juice, loose When he was four he got his dick s**ed by a prostitute Right in the pasta chute A piece of knife, a little gun hang out the mobster's booth We gettin' lots of loot I lift him off his feet, cop a Porsche for cheap f** around, you'll be layin' in the coffin sleep At the large round table where the bosses meet Come correct motherf**er you know that talk is cheap Lift him off his feet, drop a Porsche or Jeep f** around, you'll be layin' in the coffin sleep At the large round table where the bosses meet Come correct motherf**er you know that talk is cheap