Time For Sex

[Intro]
Sex, X, X, Sex, Sex, X, X, (ha, ha ha ha) Sex

I bust massive, my skills to the mil
You wanna flex sometimes like Jack and Jill
I stand tall the cape the color purple
Have you lookin' bugged with your pants like Erkel
Don't try to move on my spot, I burn your rectum
Your boys step up, yo the cops can't protect 'em
Yeah, I set flames to your pubic
Make you wanna do do and boogie and feel stupid
Terrific, I smoke and feel hieroglyphic
The snow, the sun, c'mon boy be specific
Amazing, chasing fours and fives of you
I'm like a cyclops wild with eyes on you
I come step to M.C.'s likе Dave Robick
Give 'em anothеr name and call 'em Ken Kobick
Whatever, go find a tissue that wipes for you
Here's my style kid a sticker and snipes for you
The kid rollin', the press on my penis
I battle the earth and tell your girl have you seen this
Back up, see the brother with the helmet
The freak man, the kid like Sam Shaft

Chorus: Sex, is it time for sex, X is it time for sex
(Repeat 2x)

Max, who with the panties want it anal?
I get deep in that hole de-clog Drano
Yes the master man the funky exotic
I pull M.C.'s g-stings and get erotic
The final one, coming through with the chapter
I got the hand the palm gotta smack ya
Flowin' like this, flowin' like that
Movin' like this, movin' like that the X bought a Trojan
Prophylactic rappers feel plastic
I put it on, now tell me do the mask fit?
Yo Ronny Filman, I stick like I'm Jimmy Zee
With Jeannie Pepper, rappers scream like Ona Zee
I get deep in that butt, do construction
Change my underwear, an wet up your production
I got more booty's to pump then R Kelly
Then leave it on your eye piece, right on your belly
I'm not Jody, singin' like I'm Watley
I see you naked, you still couldn't spot me
I come straight up Milwaukee like a brewer
Like Roto Rooter, and clean do do out the sewer
The masked man, yo duke i'm the panty worker
The big wood, the pump and the phone jerker
I smack tail M.C.'s they booty for sale
You better step off and never come crutchless
You don't want none pissed by a therapist
I film deep in the back like John Stag
Make a rapper screen test hit 'em with a bag
In go out, in go out, in go out, yeah rippin' boots from the couch
Make you wanna wiggle your pelvis and say ouch
Tie me up, so M.C.'s want a whippin'
Some feel wet and sticky I smell it in the room
One time, check it out...

Chorus: (Repeat 3x)

M.C.'s actin' all wild with latex
Beggin' me hard for stiff love and more sex
I gotta load up my tank and my creamer
My distribution, my lubrication is CEMA
They wanna step on stage pull they pants down
The X ready, the freak with his mask down
I treat rappers like Dominique Simon
Make 'em get the grease use the cord from they telephone
You never know hittin' boots with the door closed
M.C.'s turn up with glowin' cheeks in my nose
The mack planter, the kid left hander
Buckets of fruit double cherry's and banana
I got you open, ready for your next toy
I pull panties, M.C.'s call me Uncle Roy
Like Ronnie hymo move stick and tower
Hittin' from the back, who can stop diesel power?
I come straight up and clear like Rex Borsky
M.C.'s charged me what, how much you think it cost me?
I take five M.C.'s right to the mattress, watch the tail spin when i smack this
I better move, this time catch a angle
Make 'em get together hope they clothes won't tangle
I stand waitin' for you like Bobby Highlander
That's cute a little bear with ya Panda

Chorus: (Repeat 4x)

[Outro]
Yeah do what you gotta do, get off the stage, take off your boots, and all your lingerie, and the blond wig, cuz, you need it, turn up, put grease all over your face, cuz your ready for something different, lick the jelly