"Call From KC Poet Camile (Skit)" lyrics

Go deep, nigga
You got big feet and big hands
Work it like you said you can
I'm laying here thinking, "Why did I even give you a chance, nigga?
Making love with you for what?"
Cause in the back of my head, I'm screaming, "Bust your nuts so I can get up!"
"Ooh, aah, daddy
You feel so good" is what I'm screaming
But your dick is like wet wood is what I'm meaning
Talking about putting in work tearing out my seams
Not with that little bitty ass thing
Nigga, you sweating like a motherfucker
And I don't feel shit
Why did I even let you hit?
Pass me my vibrator so I can finish this
"Is it good to you, mommy?" and I'm saying "Yes"
But truth is, my pussy is stressed
She was horny ready to go, cum ready to flow
But your dick ain't even big enough to blow, you know?
Walking around Killa City thinking you the man
Nigga, I could've done a better job with my hand
So, the next time you on your way to my place
You won't need a condom
Your tongue is bigger than your dick, daddy
I'ma ride your face
I love you, Tech N9ne
You inspire me