The ripping point, mutherfucker, good evening
Dick in ya bitch, she keeps coming without leaving
I hope me fucking her ain't coming in between ya
Shes leaking my your bed room, covered in my semen
You shoulda seen her, ride me like a bronco
Horny like a daemon, I hit it like a bongo
Played by guerillas in the congo, she screamed 
And then passed out, now she's responding like FEMA
Had her flooded, you could swear I broke a levee
You can doubt the dick but your pussy gon' believe me
Find me in the sciences library scheming
Eye fucking chicas 'till they dream bout my penis
Distract 'em from they reading, they keep looking up at me
Thinking that my dicks about small as I'm ugaly
Sound it out, Rachel found it out by rubbing me
While we were dancing to this song, isn't that loverly?
Sweet, wrote this went and got the beat
Poked the chick on facebook, now she'll be in my sheets
Squeaking. Had few dates this week and
I ain't talking mutherfucking meet and greets
I beat that harder than I speak on beats
Meaning that I'm better than I claim to be
What? That ain't even been deep slayed like this
Finish and they tell me they know why I say I'm the shit
They ain't even seen it, like I'm a mirage
Rock 'em like ford, ram 'em dodge
Knock 'em like doors, by a SWAT unit
Standing over me cause she dont have to sqat to it
Flip her over lay her there and I'ma do the moves
I'ma do the "uh"s she gon' do the "ooo"s
I'ma do the fucking, she gon' do the coming
Your hands on you own dick, she's thinking nothing of it
Burn, when you mutherfuckers gon learn?
Killing this beat, spit the fire, get the urn
Don't earn no pennies, I just do it for rhymes
Like Obama with the change, bet you seen with the dimes
In my mutherfucking prime and probably vaginas
I'm on my shit, like a bunch of fruit flies is
Quicker than my wit I'll have the chicks undressed
Then I lick on the clits and the tits on the breasts
Jack take a rest, my guy friends want me to stop
My girl friends listen sitting smiling wanting cock
Some think I'm just kidding they be like "oh, Jack"
But if I rapped about you here you know me better than that
You know the boy packing, you know the boy a ridah
And I don't mean gangstah, I mean when I'm inside ya
And when they meet another guy, they wanna come back
Shouldn't'a stopped, my cocks like been there, done that
I'm pussy plowing animal, g-spotting crackah
Hit em with the dick a bit and chicks swear the boy blacker
Plus the boy a rapper, his lips and tounge are vicious
Got 'em rubbing on my dick as if they'll get three wishes
Got ya misses, on my jock
Giving kisses, to my cock
They had a Facebook relationship last week
She wanted to know if they should break up, and asked me
Hmm...