FullofDesire's blog: "Wut songs are made for"

Camel toe (verse #1) I like’em fat like a hot-dog bun, Wonder bread style with a juicy a$$ c**t, If it’s scrunchy and small, well it aint much fun, I like a coochie I can grab with a camel toe front, Keep it shaved bald, I don’t want no hair on my tongue, When I eat a fat pu**y, it’s like eating a lunch, And when she squirts on my face then I know I’m done, I got a d**k like a sausage, let me put it in your guts, Forget a lolly-pop, I got a d**k you can munch, I need a c**t like a holster for this big a$$ gun, You got a big a$$ butt, then I give you a plus, But if that vagina is skinny, then I’ll call you a runt, I’m a fat pu**y chaser, I stay on the run, These girls be looking good but their pu**y is scum, I don’t mean to hurt feelings but you’re hurting my nuts, I need more pu**y cushion if you want me to bust, *** I see you sexy ladies, yeah you want me to lust, If you aint got a fat camel toe then what the fu*k is the rush? (verse #2) Camel toe, camel toe, I like the way she camel toe, She can be my Super-woman and I can be her Rambo, Dam-yo, that coochie is fat like a dinner roll, I hope she brought a plate cause I’m serving ham bone, Forget a magic stick, just give me the drum roll, I’ll have her screaming ENCHOR!! Before the curtains close, Camel toe, camel toe, how much can you handle, I would hit them all and be another Mickey Mantel, But I’d rather have one with a bulge I can sample, I’m too cunning for your ham? Then you can call me Randle, Cause it’s a touch down when I see that camel, I got the game for your field, you’re the luck in my gamble, I bring that pain you want to feel, you put the wax on my candle, I’m saying, your body is banging but that twat is an animal, Victoria’s secret couldn’t hide those angels, So go ahead and show it, I like the way she camel toe, *** Thong bikini’s with some open toe sandals, It’s only wrong if it’s skimpy, but I like the way you camel toe!! (verse #3) Now all men will agree, even though they aint saying it, When they see a small crotch, they just want to play with it, But if shorty got a box, then he’s putting his face in it, It doesn’t matter if it’s stanken, just as long as you naked, He’s gonna tear that coochie up like a dog eating bacon, It’s more bang for his buck, and he’ll keep on banging, It is known that women prefer a man who’s hanging, She feels that he can freak it right and leave her complacent, But the shorter the d**k, the shorter her patience, You’ll have to take extenze to rock the ship in her relation, I know you women wont say it, but you all will think it, If your man had a dong, you wouldn’t fu*k under blankets, You wouldn’t cheat when you’re dating, or buy stuff as replacements, For a guy it’s the coochie, if it’s thick we want to spank it, So, if you don’t have a camel, don’t get pi$$ed and start hating, Go to the nearest store, buy a pu**y pump and inflate it. *** It’s not up for debating, if you got the money don’t waste it, Get that pu**y pumped and watch your man be shameless. (chorus) Camel toe, camel toe, I like the way you camel toe, Put it in my face, I’ll eat it like a cannibal, Bend over, grab your ankles, and watch me act an animal, It’s your camel toe, that got me off the handle, Camel toe, camel toe, I like the way you camel toe, Even on the dance floor, it’s hot like a candle, It’s your camel – toe, that fat pu**y camel toe, That makes me want to UNH!!

Sorrow hearted (Scars and strife) (verse #1) Living my life amongst battle scars and strife, Illegally paid so forget the stars and stripes, Just let me have my women and the occasional bar fight, A bag of “get me right” and a bottle of Henny on ice, It’s just enough to keep me chasing the spot light, It’s just enough to keep them chasing my car lights, Cop lights don’t mix well when you’re going through hard times, So push the pedal to the metal and ignore the stop signs, It’s a one way street when you’re riding with criminals, A hundred miles per hour, as you glance out the windows, Life flashes by until it becomes subliminal, All of a sudden, it doesn’t seem so critical, It’s more habitual - and less intentional, It’s more substantial for the courts judicial, But not beneficial - to ones residuals, After a while, a life of crime becomes despicable. (verse #2) I got my mind on money as if money could touch you, A hundred dollar bills if you want me to come through, Her response was enough to subdue, She ended all of her texts with the words I love you, The type of chick – you would give a hug to, She’s not the type of girl – you would be a thug to, A beautiful babe that I continue to run to, In my book she’s just a page and I continue to thumb through, Next, I got this shorty on my mind, How much will it take to be the apple in your eye, I don’t want you forever so lets make it this one time, We can cuddle under bubbles and drink a bottle of wine, I don’t mean to cause trouble or cross over the line, I’m saying, you looking good from the shoulders to your thighs, I’m saying, if I were single I would make you all mine, But I can’t have you and be married to crime. (verse #3) I’m out for Benjamin’s to represent me, But these Benjamin’s are going to get me caught evidently, It’s elementary they do the math at the precinct, It’ll all add up like 22 plus 3, 25 years I could get locked for a felony, Still addicted to poison, but we know it as nicotine, Watch my back in the shower, too much gang activity, Might catch a shank in the side, they’ll watch me die profoundly, But the thoughts of prison wont stop me from holding it down, Cause I see more heads than a concert hosted by Chris Brown, Back then I was nothing now I’m holding the crown, The feds have my alias and my picture perfect frown, They know who to suspect when something happens in town, It’s either me or someone in my crew knows who and how, But they wont get the schematics by tracking with them blood hounds, It’s the interrogation room that cracks a thug now.