The High, Mighty, Kool Keith - Hands on Experience (Part 2) lyrics
[The High, Mighty, Kool Keith - Hands on Experience Part 2 lyrics]
(feat bobbito, EL-P)
Girls, girls, girls, girls
My right hand I adore
Spankin on my sheets till I can't cum no more
I'm on a five-a day plan
Then I'm switchin hands
Not really carin where my sticky white lands
I'm half-asleep, you calm me Captain Kleenex
Cuz I be cummin on quilts until my dick wilts
Then I'm in the shower
Jergens and Vaseline-a
Right named Palmer, left hand Wristina
Like the Artifacts, I Come On wit the cum on
Might jerkin work, lookin up too many skirts
I nut on puffs after I huff the dutch
The ten pack pocket tissue
Comes in the clutch
So put on the Kristy-Kenya video
That's four nuts a day, and one more to go
Check check check check dear Sir
I have been an avid reader of
Your magazine for many years now
But up until today I haven't had an
Experience as really worthy of this column
The solo jux avidly have to repeat
I felt weak
Felt like we were havin sex for a week
I wanna spark the bottle
Wack it but I don't have a sheet
So inevitably I pull out of the pocket
Just for an example that I'm huggin
Up a plug wit no socket
Now how soundly she slept while I fume
Vexed about the fact I couldn't nut off
Pent up, balls blue, painful
I know that when woke she's disdainful
Time to come up wit Plan D for Desparation
Pulled out the love monkey and shot
Off to the titties' location
At least in that direction
Upon further inspection
She awoke splashed in the head section
Shook by the goblety goods
"I thought I had it in the palm of my hand"
If you don't, fuck it I'll masturbate"
All day I like to stroke it, then I poke it
And be like ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Are you alive little man
Got Hands On Experience cuz I jerk alot
Exotic hand creams that's what I got
And a porno collection about the
Size of Jada Sulton when I purchase movies
It's usually out in Fulton
Then I take it home and spank it
And wipe it with a napkin
Yo I love to jerk like? love to hack
And maybe it's a must like a kitty cat's purr
I've been known to fuck my girl
Than jerk off next to her keep it real
Yo yo Bob stop stop jerkin
And come do your lyrics
I go solo wit my hand so
You can call me Han Solo
Slap my skins, so they call me Bobby Bongos
Auto matic, just for my peepee
Hit a vital nerve, lick her tit's, curve
Jergens Dry, no lotion for my hand motion
Don't cry, dry your eye here's a towel
My hands move like constipated bowels
I shoot extra far if a girl talks foul
Choke my chicken, slap my wanker
A girl lets me watch her with
Her tit's out while I'm spankin
Then I'll thank her, ah check it out
I'm harder than the hardest
Artist hard can get
KBL in the place, workin a sweat
Doin beats strokin off until the Twinkie gush
Until they amputate my hands I
Won't sweat the puss
Unless she wants to, then
I'll worry about gettin, the monster
So I'd rather avoid the unwanted pregnancy
The headaches of an emotional attachment
I live my own fantasy
World where anything goes
Besides the longer I go without sex
The closer bobbin my boloney comes to
Feelin like the real thing
Think twice about walkin barefoot
On my bedroom floor
Yo Mi, hit me up wit a magazine
I'm goin to bed man, I'm out
Girls, girls, girls, girls
My right hand I adore
Spankin on my sheets till I can't cum no more
I'm on a five-a day plan
Then I'm switchin hands
Not really carin where my sticky white lands
I'm half-asleep, you calm me Captain Kleenex
Cuz I be cummin on quilts until my dick wilts
Then I'm in the shower
Jergens and Vaseline-a
Right named Palmer, left hand Wristina
Like the Artifacts, I Come On wit the cum on
Might jerkin work, lookin up too many skirts
I nut on puffs after I huff the dutch
The ten pack pocket tissue
Comes in the clutch
So put on the Kristy-Kenya video
That's four nuts a day, and one more to go
Check check check check dear Sir
I have been an avid reader of
Your magazine for many years now
But up until today I haven't had an
Experience as really worthy of this column
The solo jux avidly have to repeat
I felt weak
Felt like we were havin sex for a week
I wanna spark the bottle
Wack it but I don't have a sheet
So inevitably I pull out of the pocket
Just for an example that I'm huggin
Up a plug wit no socket
Now how soundly she slept while I fume
Vexed about the fact I couldn't nut off
Pent up, balls blue, painful
I know that when woke she's disdainful
Time to come up wit Plan D for Desparation
Pulled out the love monkey and shot
Off to the titties' location
At least in that direction
Upon further inspection
She awoke splashed in the head section
Shook by the goblety goods
"I thought I had it in the palm of my hand"
If you don't, fuck it I'll masturbate"
All day I like to stroke it, then I poke it
And be like ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Are you alive little man
Got Hands On Experience cuz I jerk alot
Exotic hand creams that's what I got
And a porno collection about the
Size of Jada Sulton when I purchase movies
It's usually out in Fulton
Then I take it home and spank it
And wipe it with a napkin
Yo I love to jerk like? love to hack
And maybe it's a must like a kitty cat's purr
I've been known to fuck my girl
Than jerk off next to her keep it real
Yo yo Bob stop stop jerkin
And come do your lyrics
I go solo wit my hand so
You can call me Han Solo
Slap my skins, so they call me Bobby Bongos
Auto matic, just for my peepee
Hit a vital nerve, lick her tit's, curve
Jergens Dry, no lotion for my hand motion
Don't cry, dry your eye here's a towel
My hands move like constipated bowels
I shoot extra far if a girl talks foul
Choke my chicken, slap my wanker
A girl lets me watch her with
Her tit's out while I'm spankin
Then I'll thank her, ah check it out
I'm harder than the hardest
Artist hard can get
KBL in the place, workin a sweat
Doin beats strokin off until the Twinkie gush
Until they amputate my hands I
Won't sweat the puss
Unless she wants to, then
I'll worry about gettin, the monster
So I'd rather avoid the unwanted pregnancy
The headaches of an emotional attachment
I live my own fantasy
World where anything goes
Besides the longer I go without sex
The closer bobbin my boloney comes to
Feelin like the real thing
Think twice about walkin barefoot
On my bedroom floor
Yo Mi, hit me up wit a magazine
I'm goin to bed man, I'm out