MC Chris - Tractor Beam lyrics

I'm like Kenny Rogers in "Six Pack
" girls won't give my dick back
All this sex affects my syntax
The pistol I pack's impact
Make's you gasp in fact, so sit back, relax
While I grind this axe on your Brazillian wax
Without finishing fast I bask in the slash
Underneath your cinnamon ass
About ten minutes it lasts
I pull it out and pass gas
My name is mc chris, kinda cute, kinda crass
Ladies love me sending pics
Where they're scantilly clad
Send some back then invite them to
Come crash at my pad
They're like O M G, oh whattup
That'd be so rad
We make the beast with two backs
Until we both get whiplash

Get with the program, strip to the slow jam
Slip on a Trojan, kissin the toes and
Move to the knees, go back, repeat
The job ain't done 'til you ruin the sheets
My name is MC, and your name is a creep
Because you creep into my
Bed about every week tractor beam on my bed
Got you actin' le freak
Tractor beam on my bed
Got you actin' le freak

I should be flirtin with virgins
Instead of jerkin my gerkin
I should be working the
Circuit assertive for certain
With little aversion they all
Open they curtains
Mini-Me starts emergin to be
Rid of his burden
Did I fail to mention all the ladies say word
Got a panty collection like a Japanese perv
They're prepared to purr and to
Serve up they curves i skip the main course
I prefer the hors'douerves i like thongs
Like grannies like any old panties
Hanging on the lampshades as I
Tap on her back space
I like bows, like lace, like suckin her face
I like fuckin her waist
I make a bucket of paste
When her eyes roll back it
Means her memory's erased
Slow-mo, tip-toe my ass out of her place
I quickly run to the clinic
A Q-tip in my diddick
I wait two very long weeks to know
If these nuts need a medic so c'mon