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s** Style Lyrics

"Now the first drop of juice is there for her to see

Honey that's when she backs off and just lick her teeth..."
[Chorus: ]

(s** style!) n***** want it free

They dogs drink my p*** (Girls pay a fee)

You want freestlye that's right the style is free

n***** suck my d*** and they girls drink my pee

I'm on some S&M s*** you can't get with

Pull your panties down on stage and watch you sweat quick

Suckers back to pull their style's transsexual

l******s dance with the funky heterosexual

You on the mic, and when you rhyme I start to jerk off

Let my dog lick you German Shepard want to bust off

I tell your legs and swat em, MC's having a*** s**

Step around like a Tampax, and step up next

I enter New York, no problem with my d*** out

California p**** star, my a** you can lick out

Saying "What?" with s**** dripping down your partner's b***

I see MC's in my face with their a** up

Let me put my cape on, my rubber and my mask up

Not no horror-core s***, this is p****-core
I'm in the club naked man, I'm the f****** pro

n***** can't wax no a**, girls should let them know

[Chorus x3 ]

Back I wreck s***, so what n****? I m*********

See your girls' c***ed back, her legs tied like a figure eight

I'm on stage getting sucked by Madonna

Sticking piped in your a** until you stop the freesyle drama

I pioneered this s***, you keep sucking d***

Your girl's in the crowd, hawking me for a naked flick

I got my silk underwear for the atmosphere

p*** in your face and urinate all in your hair

You name a group that's s***, I will p***er-scoop

f*** with this, miss, I will damage on the premesis

n***** step back with Dax grease, watch their a** twist
I rhyme any n****, golden showers up in Greek Alley

Movie star b******, MC's lining up in Cali

Drinking vodka, Absolut, sipping Tanqueray

Mc's jump off, I stung your r***** like a stingray

Girls heinie-wipe, MC's say my style is hype

p****** relax, I'd rather f*** them with a cordless mic

Could rob a horse, pull your panties off and pay the cost

[Chorus x2

"May they beat his bowels with a ten-pound hammer til his a******

whistles the Star-Spangled Banner."

Now the nurse is here, Dr. Butcher to your a***

I don't care who your are, and if you think you're famous

You could be waxed, seventy-five f****** rap groups

Bisexuals on stage eating fruit loops

Sugar smacks, I got the rhythm for your a** cracks

Bring your girl, she fantasize in my s** world

[Chorus x3]
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