Charles Hamilton - Twittering About Masturbation lyrics

Imagine if masturbation captured Satan
In a passion contraption
Couldn’t be a savage
All the snatch he be catching! Wait a minute
Evil in reverse is what we do
And it hurts for me to
Be such a fucking flirt
So much of a jerk, I get a rush when I jerk
Blush or smirk when I think of
A skirt that I fucked, and jerk
Not to call ‘em skirts but for all it’s worth
They want my wallet
And made me feel like they softest purse
Just wanted to be closer than
A man ever attempted
I am who I am, no man better attempt that:
Removing me!
My stupid ego’s so auto-zone that I thought
A poem would’ve brought it home but no!
Here I am, on the ledge again

Or a Cocoa Butter lacey hand stretch again?
Eff it then! They imaginary, let ‘em in

WHO’S GONNA BE
The thought that gets me off tonight?
Baby, come and get me off tonight
Close your eyes and lift me off tonight!
5-4-3-2 to the One!
I ain’t tryna stop until my eyes try to run!
From not blinking and tryna
Ice-Grill the sun!
It’s just me and myself in this bitch!
It’s just me and myself in this bitch!

The sight of B makes me
Kinda weak thighs are like a Titanic iceberg
And she’s Southern hood!
Swear I could fuck her good
But while I’m here and stuck with a wood
Dreaming about getting her neck up on it
I gotta chill and check up on it
What if a nigga jack-off
Thinking ‘bout my daughter?
I taught her not to go around
The block more than once hey
Her pops was a smut
So I could give a fuck as long
As niggas is not knocking her up
I’m decking a nigga! Respecting her wishes
Checking the niggas for at least
Not protecting the digger
Sexing my precious and making a
Baby stretch up her figure
Mess up her dreams, whatever nigga!
I’m a believer
And deeper meanings behind I’m a, I’m a
A Diva doesn’t ignore Vagina appetite
I’m a rapper, right?
My mind is sad but bright saturday night

WHO’S GONNA BE
The thought that gets me off tonight?
Baby, come and get me off tonight
Close your eyes and lift me off tonight!
5-4-3-2 to the One!
I ain’t tryna stop until my eyes try to run!
From not blinking and tryna
Ice-Grill the sun!
It’s just me and myself in this bitch!
It’s just me and myself in this bitch!

The colder it feels, you know that it’s real
So while I’m holding my steel
My lotion feels frozen
TMI! Say the people who just got it
Fuck the buck, I make the buck stop it
Paid 5 bucks for this bootleg Booty
Talk and it’s worth it
Do I really wanna hear a groupie squawk about
How she sucked off Sisqo and Lord Tariq?
WHORE, PLEASE! Your story bores me
More whores on DVD
Specifically just 4, please,?
4 scenes and I’m forcing
All you niggas outta my space!
Got some self-love making to make
Niggas hate my music, right?
So I felt love making was great
I feel like Michael Phelps, just wasting away
‘cause of the crazy shit that I did in a day
Shit, let’s just listen for days
And all you haters, get off my dick!
‘Cause your grip gets in the way!

WHO’S GONNA BE
The thought that gets me off tonight?
Baby, come and get me off tonight
Close your eyes and lift me off tonight!
5-4-3-2 to the One!
I ain’t tryna stop until my eyes try to run!
From not blinking and tryna
Ice-Grill the sun!
It’s just me and myself in this bitch!
It’s just me and myself in this bitch!