Текст песни Skitzofreniks - Charlie`s Angels
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Eddie Bones presents...the adventures of Charlie BawlesYou heard about Charlie`s angles?They keep broads hooked on the cock like PrinceAlberts(Charlie Bawles)Well it`s Chuck,The first man that your girl couldn`t deep throatSo I fucked her mouth til her two front teeth brokeFlipped the bitch like cheap cokeLeft the sheets soaked, gave the meat stroketil the hoe`s ass cheeks smokedFreaks know the steeBefore they even rolled with meI shift ovaries, send `em home with torn hosieryUsed to fuck to Jodeci, now it`s to my own CDI tell the bitch "I`m on my own shit", Stop holdin` meAnd tell me how this nut tastesBust in the sluts face, leave `em mud,Laced like a Hostess cupcakeNo matter, what race you can still be in my smut tapeBut fuck fake bitches that whine like crushed grapesCome take the fat, long thing with the cock ringCheckMark knocks the box til the twat stingsBroads cling. I`ll knock the matress off your box springRip your bra string and spill beer in your offspringThey try to block things, I don`t like thatKeep the tights back,Or I`m a throw `em in the closet like mic jacksI might, smack your kids while I`m grabbin your titsStrappin your wrist to the headboard,And stabbin your ribs. With the long dickOf this pornographic bastardWorkin the bed til I get paid by my matressDon`t laugh bitch. There ain`t no jokin hereI`ll fuck ya til your downstairs,neighbor smokes a squarePoke your rear with my thumb to testIf you ever used your bum for sexAin`t no ease, thumbs the restI`m the best rapper that be slingin his nutsPlus I turn a bitch that`s never been touched,into a porno slut(Charlie Bawles)I`m lookin for slutsEighteen and up from B to D cupsFuck me Chuck til I bust and clean it upShe seen enough smut to make sound decisionsTo lift up the butt or stay down in submissionI pound with presicion. Every dames a D. PMy team`ll kill beavers til they endagered speciesSpankin fee fees. Til the chick`s shits achinClit skin`s chafin. Miss to tris nathanBitch quit fakin. We know how your story goes. Naughty hoes, double stuffed like OreosCorny bros try to bite my moves,There`ll be none of thatI got patents on the Cambridge CrabAnd the ThunderclapRun laps around the cat. Master of dick and dashSwift macks spittin gash. Shaft in your chickens assHit the back last on your hooters and grillI could chill or score fast in the two minute drillCharlie been done, provin his skillsUsing the dills. Hula hoop a groupie for a brew and two billsMy maneuvers are ill. Broads kill for the throbbin dickNot mysogenist. Before I fuck, I massage a bitchGot a lot of flicks. How to, for all you novicesYou wannabe Skitz, Can cop a Charlie Bawles starter kitLet the hottest chicks turn actress for practiceI mash half stiff, Ron Jeremy of this rap shitMatch wits with the finestNevermind the rest baby time to sexSo grind til your behind is wetI`m the best rapper that be swingin his nutsAnd plus I turn a bitch that`s never been touched, into a porno slut