Sage Francis - Respect the Broccoli Cock lyrics
[Sage Francis - Respect the Broccoli Cock lyrics]
I've got broccoli cock
How many vegetarian women are in the house
And would like to stuff their
Mouth with my chlorophyll?
I gets more than ill
I left heads for deaths beds
With my morbid skill
And I've got whores to kill
Excluding Lauryn Hill
Lauryn Hill's pretty and her voice rules
And she sings other people's songs so well
Kiss but don't tell and if you ever do
That'll be the last time i take
You to the heavy petting zoo
We can dry hump until the cows come home
Round up the cattle while I
Treat my rug burned
Cauliflower love burns, son ya heard?
It branches out in every which way
And lubrication comes from what
Your lips spray
Some what that kid say, what I said yo
Mentally I'm busting more cherries than
That kid named Telly
I'm friendly like Casper after I
Take advantage and vanish
I'd ask you your name but
I couldn't care less
I'm just wondering if those are real breasts
So now I'm checking out your headlights
You ran the red light, special
Squeezing my head tight
Pressed right into your
Out-of-proportion chest
All right, they're mad fake
Now I'm just concerned with whether
Or not they can lactate, no?
Turn around and make that ass shake, ho
For false advertising
Wasn't that surprising?
I mean with all that experience
You still don't know how to
Work around your periods
Get a calendar and stop prostituting your
Love notes from JD salinger
Don't make me get mad at ya
I've got nothing but love for ya
I've got nothing but love, for dumb sluts
Hike up your skirt a little more
Why even bother wearing a shirt
If it's so small, whore
Show off your navel with some ornaments
You won all events in the whore tournaments
Congratulations, gold medal finalist
I don't mind your mindlessness
It's the only reason I exist
Timeless mind, ageless body
Hardly, Sage's hobby, probably
Speaking male chauvinist pig latin
To some outrageous hotty, naughty
Do I make you horny baby, do I?
Didn't think so
Drink slow and I'll be more fly
You can judge a harlot by the
Thickness of her beer goggles
Turning the most repulsive weird cock pools
Into Calvin Klein underwear models
Convenient isn't it
I'm not lenient when I'm ripping it
Nor am I as obedient
Barefoot pregnant in the kitchen shit
But what's the ingredient
When bitches strip, i'm just not seeing it
It's not intricate, they need to think of it
I mean I'm sexually frustrated
That's where all this hate is coming from
Sage Francis
Non-Prophets and I'm still not a
Done done done done done
How many vegetarian women are in the house
And would like to stuff their
Mouth with my chlorophyll?
I gets more than ill
I left heads for deaths beds
With my morbid skill
And I've got whores to kill
Excluding Lauryn Hill
Lauryn Hill's pretty and her voice rules
And she sings other people's songs so well
Kiss but don't tell and if you ever do
That'll be the last time i take
You to the heavy petting zoo
We can dry hump until the cows come home
Round up the cattle while I
Treat my rug burned
Cauliflower love burns, son ya heard?
It branches out in every which way
And lubrication comes from what
Your lips spray
Some what that kid say, what I said yo
Mentally I'm busting more cherries than
That kid named Telly
I'm friendly like Casper after I
Take advantage and vanish
I'd ask you your name but
I couldn't care less
I'm just wondering if those are real breasts
So now I'm checking out your headlights
You ran the red light, special
Squeezing my head tight
Pressed right into your
Out-of-proportion chest
All right, they're mad fake
Now I'm just concerned with whether
Or not they can lactate, no?
Turn around and make that ass shake, ho
For false advertising
Wasn't that surprising?
I mean with all that experience
You still don't know how to
Work around your periods
Get a calendar and stop prostituting your
Love notes from JD salinger
Don't make me get mad at ya
I've got nothing but love for ya
I've got nothing but love, for dumb sluts
Hike up your skirt a little more
Why even bother wearing a shirt
If it's so small, whore
Show off your navel with some ornaments
You won all events in the whore tournaments
Congratulations, gold medal finalist
I don't mind your mindlessness
It's the only reason I exist
Timeless mind, ageless body
Hardly, Sage's hobby, probably
Speaking male chauvinist pig latin
To some outrageous hotty, naughty
Do I make you horny baby, do I?
Didn't think so
Drink slow and I'll be more fly
You can judge a harlot by the
Thickness of her beer goggles
Turning the most repulsive weird cock pools
Into Calvin Klein underwear models
Convenient isn't it
I'm not lenient when I'm ripping it
Nor am I as obedient
Barefoot pregnant in the kitchen shit
But what's the ingredient
When bitches strip, i'm just not seeing it
It's not intricate, they need to think of it
I mean I'm sexually frustrated
That's where all this hate is coming from
Sage Francis
Non-Prophets and I'm still not a
Done done done done done