Slop on my knob, like corn on a cob Check in with me, and do your job Lay on the bed, and give me head Don't have to ask, don't have to beg Juicy is my name, sex is my game Let's call the boys, let's run a train Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt Then at your curly hair, please don't touch First find a mate, second find a place Third find a bag, to hide the whole face Real name Grover, I said bend over I started to knock, then came the odor Smelled like mush, shoulda had a rush Told her to stop, and take a dutch When she did that, I didn't want the cat So I bamfed out, and never came back Suck a nigga dick or sum My nigga deep magic, steady hit the habit I said just forget it, it's too crappy Know a little freak, in Hollywood Sucks on dick, does it real good She'll give you money, fill up your tummy House full of kids, parents all spunky Once had a down, backyard ground Hit it from the back, enjoyed the sound Name undercover, always used the rubber Till I got caught, fucking with her mother She blamed it on me, we fought in the street She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee Called up the boys, went to her house Charged the whole place, threw the bitch out Police busted in, where the niggas at We left just in time, and never came back Rode through the hood, waving at the freaks We sniffing all the rocks, and smoking all the geeks Made another stop, police station Saw a few cops, drove by and sprayed em License tag number, a nigga said he saw Bogus all the time, never get caught