"Who's Ya Daddy?" lyrics

"Who's Ya Daddy?"

Yo, it's Necro, the Sexorcist
The porn king, show me your breasteses
I'm the best there is
The foul shit
Bounce with me
Degrading, depraving, debouchery
Your naked on the couch with me
Bitch getting fucked in your ass thru' your fishnets
Cutting queefs, your bound to eat shit next
A tit fest
I'm fucking dumb blondes Till my dick is numb
Ho, lick the scum
Sticking a gun in your cunt for fun
Faking, making believe I'm raping you
Choking you makes you cum
It's edge play, be careful
Fuck around and murder you by mistake
And leave you dead in the bed slayed
Not my intentions
You'll lick prick till your lips
Rip the hips, split and you're cryptic
Explicit, sadistic, innuendos
Sluts in the windows
Bimbos dipped in timbos
Short black leather skirts, stomach tattoo
Glitter panties, sexy belt, had to have you
Ridiculous, pussy lips I predicted you be addicted
To my dick once you licked it
Bent you over backwards, upside down
Reverse is more perverse
Fucked on the floor first to a raw verse
Rippin your clothes off
Blow my nose off on your hair
Then I doze off

What's Your name? (What's Your Name?) (The Sexorcist)
Who's Ya Daddy? (Who's Ya Daddy?) (Necro)
Be real, is he rich like me?
Has he taken (He has taken) anytime (Anytime)
To show, to show you what you need?

What's Your name? (What's Your Name?) (The Sexorcist)
Who's Ya Daddy? (Who's Ya Daddy?) (Necro)
Be real, is he rich like me?
Has he taken (He has taken) anytime (Anytime)
To show, to show you what you need?

The raunchiest, flaunt your tits
I'm the horniest fornicating
Torturing clits, a porn genius
With a long penis diggin' up your organs
Jigging you, stabbing you, frigging you
I'm too big for you
You got a tight sphincter
You need one in the pink and one in the stink
Till liquid magenta's dripping outta your ass
I'll cum in your drink, piss in your face
Spit in your mouth, fuck what you think
Shit on your blouse
Then kick you outta my house naked
And slut, take it, that's what initiation's about
An official occasion to go all out
Fuck a bitch in the ass til her colon falls out
Rubbin' oil all over you fat round ass
Smack it, abuse it, lick it, then pound it fast
Stick it continuously
When I get in you, I strenuously pin you to the floor
And generously fuck your G spot rapidly
Happily, dapily to the boombapity beat
The Sexorcist, the next to blitz and blow off some bitch
Go get your hair fixed
Prepare your lips for fellatio, you spacey ho'
The ratio of your brain that is usable is way too low
You're made to blow
You're a delicious nutritious dish of fish
An official bitch

What's Your name? (What's Your Name?) (The Sexorcist)
Who's Ya Daddy? (Who's Ya Daddy?) (Necro)
Be real, is he rich like me?
Has he taken (He has taken) anytime (Anytime)
To show, to show you what you need?

What's Your name? (What's Your Name?) (The Sexorcist)
Who's Ya Daddy? (Who's Ya Daddy?) (Necro)
Be real, is he rich like me?
Has he taken (He has taken) anytime (Anytime)
To show, to show you what you need?


Writer(s): Ron Braunstein
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