The Dirtiest of Prince’s Dirty Mind

Sexuality is all you ever need.

Sexuality is all you ever need.

For much of his career, there was an internal struggle within The Artist We Knew As Prince between spirituality and sexuality.    Prince reveled in sex.  Sexually explicit lyrics,  sexually provocative dancing, sexually ambiguity and androgyny, playing around with gender roles, and just generally taking on taboos and putting them to a beat so big you could live in it.

Everybody’s got a favorite dirty ditty and Prince got real dirty.   A lot.    Dirty Mind wasn’t just the name of a Prince album.   It was a operational statement.    Here’s a dozen Prince songs with a sample lyric you  probably  don’t want to sing in the car when your mother is with you.   Add “Do Me, Baby,” “Soft and Wet,” “Scarlet Pussy,” “Come,” or “Cream” to name just a few and you could put together a pretty nasty mix tape (do they still make mix tapes? )

1. Erotic City

If we cannot make babies
Maybe we can make some time
Fuck so pretty, U and me
Erotic City come alive
We could fuck until the dawn
Makin’ love ’til cherry’s gone
Erotic City, can’t U see?
Fuck so pretty, U and me

2. Sexy M.F.

U seem perplexed I haven’t taken u yet
Can’t u see I’m harder than a man can get
I got wet dreams comin’ out of my ears
I get hard if the wind blows your cologne near me
But I can take it, cuz I want the whole nine
This ain’t about the body, it’s about the mind

Come here baby, yeah
U sexy motherfucker
Come here baby, yeah
U sexy motherfucker

(an uncensored  8:00 video of “Sexy MF” is available for viewing–for now!)

"I want candy,"

“I want candy,”

3. Head

Head till U’re burnin’ up
Head till U get enough
Head till U’re love is red
Head – love U till U’re dead

U know U’re good, girl
I think U like 2 go down
U wouldn’t have stopped but ah…
I came on your wedding gown

 

4. Darling Nikki

I knew a girl named Nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said how’d u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind

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5. P Control

Pussy got bank in her pockets
Before she got dick in her drawers
If brother didn’t have good ‘n’ plenty of his own
In love Pussy never did fall
And this fool named Trick wanna stick her
Uh, talkin’ more shit than a bit
‘Bout how he gonna make Pussy a star
If she come and sing a lick on his hit
Pussy said “Nigga, U crazy if U don’t know
Every woman in the world ain’t a freak (Pussy)
U can go platinum 4 times
Still couldn’t make what I make in a week (Pussy)
So push up on somebody that wanna hear that
Cuz this somebody here don’t wanna know (Pussy)
Boy, U better act like U understand
When U roll with Pussy Control”

6. Let’s Pretend We’re Married

My girl’s gone and she don’t care at all
And if she did, so what, come on baby, let’s ball

I wanna fuck U so bad it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Ooh, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna fuck U
Yeah, I wanna, I wanna, ooh, I wanna fuck U
Look here Marsha, I’m not sayin’ this just 2 be nasty
I sincerely wanna fuck the taste outta your mouth
Can U relate?

My girl’s gone and she don’t care at all
And if she did, I wouldn’t care, let’s ball

7. Jack-U-Off

If U’re looking 4 somewhere 2 go
Girl, I’ll take U 2 a movie show
We can sit in the back and I’ll jack U off

I can’t give U everything U want
But I can take U 2 a restaurant
And if U’re not hungry, I’ll jack U off

If your man ain’t no good
Come on over 2 my neighborhood
We can jump in the sack and I’ll jack U off

If U’re tired of the masturbator
Little girl, we can go on a date, uh
And if U like, I’ll jack U off

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8. Pheromone

I can feel the tension through the crack in the door
He begs 4 love, while she’s disgusted more
And I’m on fire, cause I never seen her nude before
I wanna save her (save her)
I want 2 watch (watch)
All my vital signs go up a couple of notches
When he unties her and she runs 2 the open door
He trips and grinds her (grinds her)
Right there all on the floor (on the floor)
She so close I can touch her (touch her)

Pheromone, rush over me like an ocean
Pheromone, controllin’ my every motion
Pheromone, I’m helpless as a pet
Pheromone, when your body’s wet (body’s wet, body’s wet, body’s wet)

Her eyes are closed but there’s no penetration
He just makes her point the pistol 2 his nose
While he masturbates and now I see a tear
Heading down towards her smile
What happens next it all depends upon your style

 

9. Rock Hard In A Funky Place

Rock hard in a funky place

Here comes a lady so u cover up
She’s a freaked out,
Funky electric mama with double cups
Say u, u could cop if u wanted 2
Because something near your leg
Is haunting u, such a disgrace
U’re rock hard in a funky place, ow!

Rock hard in a funky place

U was workin’ on the line
U could drop on her
But u couldn’t concentrate
When your dick saw her
Maybe if u cop a nut in the car (Maybe if u cop a nut in the car)
Maybe u could think
About playing guitar

10. Ripopgodazippa

Ripopgodazippa

I lay me girl down on the fake lamb fur
It’s fake but it’s still soft as what’s between her
Lavender oil come from the bottle like I do
Whenever I think about me zippa rippin’ so good
All down the body and devil between the thighs
Ripop go zippa and U get a big surprise

Ripopgodazippa, ripopgodazippa
If U flick of the pink plush, then this brother trippa
My girlie, how in the world did U learn this that U know?
Ripopgodazippa, etc. etc. so

Ripopgodazippa

Instead of walking inside, I just knock on the door
I take a look around until she beggin’ me “More, more, more!”
When I finally come inside, I’m standin’ perfectly still
“I can’t take no more!” Pump U then I will
“I just wanna call your name, but I don’t know what 2 say”
Ripopgodazippa

1980, Manhattan, New York City, New York State, USA --- Prince backstage at The Bottom Line. --- Image by © Deborah Feingold/Corbis

1980, Manhattan, New York City, New York State, USA — Prince backstage at The Bottom Line. — Image by © Deborah Feingold/Corbis

11. Tell Me How U Wanna Be Done

Shall I write the alphabet? (A B C D E F G)
Or shall I just write my name?
U tell me, U’re the ruler in this telephone game
I could be a slave when it comes down 2 U (Slave)
I’ll do any and everything U want me 2 do
U know why? (Why?)
Cuz I want U 2 have fun
So how U wanna be done?
(Yeah, baby, yeah!) (How U wanna be done?)

Baby, how U wanna, how U wanna be done?
Just say the word and we could start from number 1
And go the distance, baby, till U tell me 2 stop
I’d lose myself inside U till U get all I got
Talk 2 me, baby (yeah), tell me how U wanna be done

(Yeah, yeah)

I want U 2 imagine U’re making angels, angels in the snow
And kiss a hundred revolutions nice and slow
Then I see U on the beat do a def striptease
No, no, leave the Chanel around your neck – please, baby, please
Now do something I’ve never seen before (How U wanna be
done?)
Crawl over 2 me on your stomach – more, baby, more
Now pull me down on top of U and grind really fast
(Tell me how U wanna be done)
Take both hands with all your might and squeeze my… yeah!
Roll me over until U’re back on top
Then I want U 2 kiss me until I make U stop
That’s how, that’s how I wanna be done (Tell me how U wanna be
done)

(How U wanna be done?)

But the absolute DIRTIEST of dirty Prince tunes is from Dirty Mind and it’s..

12. Sister

I was only 16 but I guess that’s no excuse
My sister was 32, lovely and loose
She don’t wear no underwear
She said it only gets in her hair
And it’s got a funny way of stoppin’ the juice

My sister never made love 2 anyone else but me
She’s the reason 4 my, uh, sexuality
She showed me where it’s supposed 2 go
A blowjob doesn’t mean blow
Incest is everything it’s said 2 be

Oh sister – don’t put me on the street again
Oh sister – I just wanna be your friend

I was only 16 and only half a man
My sister didn’t give a goddamn
She only wanted 2 turn me out
She’d take a whip 2 me until I shout
Oh motherfucker, she’s a motherfucker, can’t U understand?

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He Loved Him Madly

You know his name.

I was doing a pretty good job of taking a blog break because after eight years of blogging every so often I need a break.  And then Prince died today and the light poured out of me.

Every generation has its timeless legends and usually its the artists who are the ones who come along and say, “No, we’re gonna do it like this now.”

I bought my first Prince record, For You, at a used record store on the Ohio State University campus. Maybe it cost two bucks. There were a few standouts, some clunkers and some “not quite there but getting there” tracks. A good-looking kid with a big Afro. My wife-to-be thought he was cute. Didn’t know how short the little fucker was. The dude wrote, produced, arranged all the songs and played all the instruments. That was odd, but he was good at it.

Prince Rogers Nelson was only going to get better.

Things might have worked out differently if he hadn’t won the battle with Warner Brothers (one of many he would wage) and rebuffed their suggestion that Maurice White of Earth, Wind and Fire produce the album. Prince wasn’t about to allow anybody else shape his vision.

I used to say about Prince his failures were more interesting than most folks successes. Eventually, the sheer tonnage of his failures (Under the Cherry Moon, Graffiti Bridge, Chaos and Disorder, Rave Unto the Joy Fantastic, etc) wore me down. But Prince never became a novelty act or a fat, lazy joke dutifully cranking out his hits for a buck. He was a genius and a moron. A sexy MF and an observant Jehovah’s Witness. He sang about masturbating with magazines, getting oral from a newlywed, and sex, sex, sex until he stopped singing about boning and started singing about God.

Prince was a lot of things, good, bad and indifferent, but predictable wasn’t one of them.

Prince dying on me is like a friend dying on me. I’ll miss everything he did for music and everything he still wanted to do. One thing’s for sure. There’s enough Prince music in the vaults to make Elvis and 2Pac look like one-hit wonders.

We’re we just blessed to have lived in an era when a legitimate legend no longer strides the earth the earth itself slows down to pay attention and give respect.   Sooner all the giants leave us.  Even the ones who stand only 5’2″.

All n’ all it’s not a bad way to step off the stage.   I only want to see you laughing in the Purple Rain.   Today was a horrible day.   It was gloomy and cloudy and dark and it rained.   It should have.   The doves were crying.

My name is Prince and I am funky
My name is Prince the one and only
I did not come 2 funk around
‘Tll I get your daughter I won’t leave this town
In the beginning God made the sea
But on the 7th day he made me
He was tryin’ to rest y’all when He heard the sound
Sound like a guitar cold gettin’ down
I tried to bust a high note, but I bust a string
My God was worried ’til he heard me sing

My name is Prince and I am funky
My name is Prince the one and only – hurt me

Why U Wanna Treat Him So Bad?

"Have you heard the word of God and the greatness of hair relaxer today?"

When asked to respond to allegations made in an unauthorized biography, the iconic Marlon Brando shrugged, “Friends don’t write books. Acquaintances do.”

For the 2011 book, Prince: Inside the Music and the Masks, author Ronin Ro (no, I don’t believe that’s his real name either), had to rely upon speaking with managers, musicians, record company executives and others banished from the Purple One’s private universe. As the Artist Who Rarely Speaks to the Press often forbids reporters from recording his few interviews or taking notes , there was no way Prince himself would consent to speak to Ro and does it shows.

Prince is one of the few artists whose output is deserving of the 356 pages Ro devotes to him, but the book is short on any new insights for anyone not already familiar with many of the stories and there is considerably less attention devoted to the music than the miniature musician’s contentious relationship with Warner Brothers. The battle lines are drawn from the beginning as Prince rejects his label’s insistence his debut album, For You be produced by Maurice White, leader of Earth, Wind and Fire.

From that point on, Ro’s storytelling becomes a loop of tales of Prince’s irrational wish to release as much music as he wants to whenever he wants and Warner Brother’s fears of glutting the market with increasingly inferior records to the multimillion selling Purple Rain. The war between art and commerce is an old one and Ro decidedly comes down on the side of commerce as he focuses on how each subsequent post-Purple Rain release from Around the World in A Day performed worse than its predecessor until 1991’s Diamonds and Pearls broke the losing streak.

Ro does well in shining a light on former band members such as guitarist Dez Dickerson, bassist Mark Brown, and the closest thing Prince ever had to actual collaborators Wendy Melovin and Lisa Coleman, but even then he bungles the personal aspects. At one point an angry Prince tells the two who were in a lesbian relationship they would both burn in hell and then the matter is never mentioned again. It’s interesting to learn “Kiss” was given to Brown’s band, Mazarati, but after changing his mind, Prince takes the song back for himself telling Brown, “this song’s too good for you guys” but does Brown resent his former boss’s selfishness? Who knows? Ro never bothers to tell us.

Prince’s personal relationships with Sheila E., Susannah Melovin, actress Kim Basinger, and marriage to Mayte Garcia are mentioned, briefly commented upon and tossed aside.  We are told his supposed rivalry with Michael Jackson was exaggerated, but the only revelation comes that Prince kicked the King of Pop’s ass in table tennis and he decided against doing  a duet on Jackson’s “Bad” because he found the “your butt is mine” lyric ridiculous.

What Ro is most interested in is making the case that while undeniably talented and a creative genius, what Prince lacks in height he makes up for by being a total douche bag. The overall impression given is Prince is cold and indifferent to almost everyone he’s ever come in contact with and is one of the most egotistical, arrogant creeps ever.

Inside the Music and the Masks is full of sloppy writing and missed opportunities.  Ro repeats a claim that a fanzine paid Prince not to get involved in assembling The Hits/B-Sides box set, but just throws that tantalizing line out there unable or uninterested in verifying it. During the height of his battle with Warner Brothers, Prince changes his name to an unpronounceable glyph figuring out if “Prince” is no longer making music, he can escape his contract and the five albums he still owed the label. How this strategy could work doesn’t concern Ro. It only furthers his case Prince is a nut hellbent on fucking up his career.

Ro has a bad habit of climbing into Prince’s head to overhear conversations he wasn’t present for. At one point when an unnamed journalist (Ro couldn’t find out who?) began referring to the petulant pop star as The Artist Formerly Known As Prince, Ro writes, It seemingly ridiculed his decision but American newspaper writers used it too. So did TV stations. He frowned, “I’m not The Artist Known As Anything. Use my name.”

How does Ro know Prince was frowning? Who was he directing his complaint to? An employee? A friend? His reflection in the mirror? Like I said: sloppy writing and this unauthorized book is full of unattributed remarks just like that.

Musically, Prince is far removed from his purple prime.  Though portions of 2004’s Musicology and the follow-up 3121 have their bright moments, they are unessential for anyone but the die-hard fan. As a free agent roaming from label to label, Prince has become the equivalent of the journeyman player in the NBA who will always find work as long as he can occasionally knock down a shot. He makes still makes Prince albums but you get the feeling he makes them for no one but himself and that suits him just fine. Where he is his in his element is onstage where a live Prince show is still a hot ticket when he goes on tour and as his 2007 Super Bowl performance demonstrates he can play some bad-ass guitar even in high-heels and the rain.

It isn’t necessary for an author to like his subject and Ro clearly feels Prince’s ego prematurely sabotaged his career. I don’t disagree. The 53-year-old with the ageless features is a far cry from the guy I once argued had failures more interesting than others’ success. He exhausted even my patience with ego trips like the lumbering three-CD, three-hour Emancipation.

Prince deserves much of the criticism he receives, but he also deserves a better critique of his music than this.  In 2002, Prince took offense at former recording engineer Susan Rogers for implying she possessed special insights into his music.  “Susan Rogers, for the record, doesn’t know anything about my music.  Not one thing.  The only person who knows anything about my music is me.”

That could have served as the best critique of Ro’s sketchy accounts and lack of attention to detail.  There is a good book to be written about Prince by someone who can bring an even-handed approach to the topic but this is not hat book and Ro is not that writer.

Brando was right. Friends don’t write books, but acquaintances do and so will enemies.

"Yeah, you wish you could grow your hair like this!"

Dirty Mind: Prince’s Filthy 15

Prince: dressed for a night of chicken wings and beer.

 

There’s sexy songs and there’s dirty songs and then there’s Prince songs which can be danceable, funky, seriously sexy and dirty as a rest stop restroom on the interstate.  Now I’m not in the moral judgment business and I leave the soul saving to the trained professionals.   However, I couldn’t help but notice while listening to The Hits/The B-Sides how much of a dirty mind (and mouth) Prince has.   That thought sent me off to do a little digging and here is my list of Prince’s Filthiest 15 songs (and “Dirty Mind” is not on the list).

1. “Come

(Come)
(When U) When I lay U down I’m gonna tell U what 2 feel
(Come)
(Don’t U) Don’t be surprised if I make U my daily meal
(Come)
(Lickin’ U inside) Lickin’ U inside, outside
(Outside) All sides (All sides), up and down (up and down)
(Come)
With my tongue in the crease, baby I go ’round
When I go down, down, down, (Come) down, down, down, da-da-down

2. “Darling Nikki”

I knew a girl named Nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said how’d u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind

3. “Dead On It”

All the sisters like it when u lick ’em on the knees
Don’t believe me? (no)
Try it once then stop, they’ll be begging
Please, please, please (please, please, please)
Shoo be doo wa, dead on it
What does that have 2 do with the funk?
Nothing, but who’s paying the bills?
If u don’t wanna lick my knees, I’m sho’ your mama will

4. “Do Me, Baby”

Here we are in this big ol’empty room
Staring each other down
U want me just as much as I want U
Let’s stop fooling around
Take me baby, kiss me all over
Play with my love
Bring out what’s been in me far 2 long baby you know
That’s all I’ve been dreaming of
Do me, baby, uh, like U… never done before
Ooh, give it 2 me till I just can’t take no more
Come on and do me baby like you never done before
Ooh, I just can’t wait no more I can’t wait oh!
oooh ooh I need your love yea yea oh!”

5. “Erotic City”

If we cannot make babies
Maybe we can make some time
Fuck so pretty, U and me
Erotic City come alive
We could fuck until the dawn
Makin’ love ’til cherry’s gone
Erotic City, can’t U see?
Fuck so pretty, U and me

6. “Head”

And U said – “I’m just a virgin and I’m on my way 2 be wed
But U’re such a hunk so full of spunk, I’ll give U…”

Head till U’re burnin’ up
Head till U get enough
Head till U’re love is red
Head – love U till U’re dead

U know U’re good, girl
I think U like 2 go down
U wouldn’t have stopped but ah…
I came on your wedding gown

And U said – “I must confess, I wanna get undressed and go 2 bed”

With that, I jammed
U fool, U married me instead
Now morning, noon, and night I give U…

7. “If I Was Your Girlfriend”

Is it really necessary 4 me 2 go out of the room
just because U wanna undress?
I mean, we don’t have 2 make children 2 make love
And then, we don’t have 2 make love 2 have an orgasm
Your body’s what I’m all about
Can I see U?
I’ll show U
Why not?
U can think it’s because I’m your friend I’ll do it 4 U
Of course I’ll undress in front of U!
And when I’m naked, what shall I do?
How can I make U see that it’s cool?
Can’t U just trust me?
If I was your girlfriend U could
Oh, yeah, I think so
Listen, 4 U naked I would dance a ballet
Would that get U off?
Then tell me what will!
If I was your girlfriend, would U tell me?
Would U let me see U naked then?
Would U let me give U a bath?
Would U let me tickle U so hard U’d laugh and laugh
And would U, would U let me kiss U there
You know down there where it counts
I’ll do it so good I swear I’ll drink every ounce
And then I’ll hold U tight and hold U long
And together we’ll stare into silence
And we’ll try 2 imagine what it looks like

"YOU! Take your pants off and get over here!"

8. “Insatiable”

My body, baby, u truly do
Insatiable’s my name when it comes 2 u
there’s no tellin’ how far I’d go
Cuz when it comes 2 u, I know
I’m insatiable and I just can’t stop
Even if I wasn’t thirsty,
I would drink every drop

9, “Jack U Off”

If U’re looking 4 somewhere 2 go
Girl, I’ll take U 2 a movie show
We can sit in the back and I’ll jack U off

I can’t give U everything U want
But I can take U 2 a restaurant
And if U’re not hungry, I’ll jack U off

If your man ain’t no good
Come on over 2 my neighborhood
We can jump in the sack and I’ll jack U off

If U’re tired of the masturbator
Little girl, we can go on a date, uh
And if U like, I’ll jack U off

I’ll jack U off, jack U off
I’ll jack U off, jack U off
I’ll jack U off

10, “Let’s Pretend We’re Married”

My girl’s gone and she don’t care at all
And if she did, so what, come on baby, let’s ball

I wanna fuck U so bad it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
Ooh, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna fuck U
Yeah, I wanna, I wanna, ooh, I wanna fuck U
Look here Marsha, I’m not sayin’ this just 2 be nasty
I sincerely wanna fuck the taste outta your mouth
Can U relate?

My girl’s gone and she don’t care at all
And if she did, I wouldn’t care, let’s ball

11. “Little Red Corvette”

I guess I should’ve known by the way U parked your car sideways
That it wouldn’t last
See, U’re the kinda person that believes in makin’ out once
Love ’em and leave ’em fast
I guess I must be dumb cuz U had a pocket full of horses
Trojan and some of them used
But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it all right
And U say – “What have I got 2 lose?”

And honey, I say Little Red Corvette
Baby, U’re much 2 fast (Oh)
Little Red Corvette
U need a love that’s gonna last

I guess I should’ve closed my eyes when U drove me 2 the place
Where your horses run free
Cuz I felt a little ill when I saw all the pictures
Of the jockeys that were there before me
Believe it or not, I started 2 worry
I wondered if I had enough class
But it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it all right
And U say – “Baby, have U got enough gas?”
Oh yeah!

12. “P Control”

Pussy got bank in her pockets
Before she got dick in her drawers
If brother didn’t have good and plenty of his own
In love Pussy never did fall
And this fool named Trick wanna stick her
Uh, talkin’ more Schick than a Bic
‘Bout how he gonna make Pussy a star
If she come and sing a lick on his hit
Pussy said “Nigga, U crazy if U don’t know
Every woman in the world ain’t a freak
U can go platinum 4 times
Still couldn’t make what I make in a week
So push up on somebody wanna hear that
Cuz this somebody here don’t wanna know
Boy, U better act like U understand
When U roll with Pussy Control” (Are U ready?)

Aaah, Pussy Control, oh
Aaah, Pussy Control, oh

Breakdown
(Are U ready 4 the best Pussy U ever felt?)

13. “Pheromone”

Pheromone, rush over me like an ocean
Pheromone, controllin’ my every motion
Pheromone, I’m helpless as a pet
Pheromone, when your body’s wet

I can feel the tension through the crack in the door
He begs 4 love, while she’s disgusted more
And I’m on fire, cause I never seen her nude before
I wanna save her (save her)
I want 2 watch (watch)
All my vital signs go up a couple of notches
When he unties her and she runs 2 the open door
He trips and grinds her (grinds her)
Right there all on the floor (on the floor)
She so close I can touch her (touch her)

Pheromone, rush over me like an ocean
Pheromone, controllin’ my every motion
Pheromone, I’m helpless as a pet
Pheromone, when your body’s wet (body’s wet, body’s wet, body’s wet)

Her eyes are closed but there’s no penetration
He just makes her point the pistol 2 his nose
While he masturbates and now I see a tear
Heading down towards her smile
What happens next it all depends upon your style

(Oh, this is crazy baby)

14. “Ripopgodazippa”

Ripopgodazippa, ripopgodazippa
If U flick of the pink plush, then this brother trippa
Start down at the bass then stop at the treble
Circle the midrange and up go me levels
“Precious” by Chanté is rockin’ the box
This cannot be foreplay cuz this be 2 hot
Up go the left thigh on me shoulder there
Up go the right and me blood pressure there
With my tongue in the cheek of the gold underwear
One yank of the teeth and they off on the chair

Ripopgodazippa, ripopgodazippa
If U flick of the pink plush, then this brother trippa
My girlie, how in the world did U learn this that U know?
Ripopgodazippa, etc. etc. so

This bench that I normally use 4 the weights
My girl, she lay me down and try my soul 2 take
And devilish this night she was before as I’m layin’ there
She take it all the way down, the girl go down 2 the hair
She wouldn’t move a muscle 4 what seemed like days
My heart stop beating and I died this way

Ripopgodazippa, ripopgodazippa
If U flick of the pink plush, then this brother trippa
My girlie, how in the world did U learn this that U know?
Ripopgodazippa, etc. etc. so

Ripopgodazippa

I lay me girl down on the fake lamb fur
It’s fake but it’s still soft as what’s between her
Lavender oil come from the bottle like I do
Whenever I think about me zippa rippin’ so good
All down the body and devil between the thighs
Ripop go zippa and U get a big surprise

Ripopgodazippa, ripopgodazippa
If U flick of the pink plush, then this brother trippa
My girlie, how in the world did U learn this that U know?
Ripopgodazippa, etc. etc. so

Ripopgodazippa

Instead of walking inside, I just knock on the door
I take a look around until she beggin’ me “More, more, more!”
When I finally come inside, I’m standin’ perfectly still
“I can’t take no more!” Pump U then I will
“I just wanna call your name, but I don’t know what 2 say”
Ripopgodazippa

15. “Scarlet Pussy”

Once upon a time in the Land of Fever
There lived a scarlet pussy
This kitty cat of fine descent was cherished by her mother
Who wouldn’t let another pet her
Unless he was qualified
Every first of the month this pretty feline got the hots
And that’s when the neighborhood d-d-dogs
They’d line up around the block
Meow!

When my little scarlet feline roars
The locals come around (Come around)
When they see the scarlet light
They know it’s time 2 come chase her down (Chase her down)

Lo and behold – the fantastical way in which their bodies groove
My Scarlet Pussy’s furry magic alters any mood (Scarlet Pussy, hey)
It’s cool (Scarlet Pussy, yeah)
Ahh, pussycat, pussycat – wherefore art thou, puppy?

She can make U crazy if U’re 2 close 2 her heat
She can make U sad when U’re happy as can be
She can make U shoot your ego all over her sheets
All is hers in love and war, my little Scarlet Pussy

Plus one.honorable mention.

“Mad Sex”

I see U at another party
Dancin’ all over the place
Lookin’ 4 the perfect body
2 go with the perfect face

Bushy head mulatto breakdown
And your lips got wet 2day (Lips got wet 2day)
Same damn bird from London (Same damn cuckoo)
Finally had the nerve 2 say (What’d she say?)
(I’ll tell ya – listen)

I used 2 have mad sex in the horny morning
I used 2 have mad sex in the afternoon
I used 2 have mad sex when me and this mulatto go down
2 dirty up another room

Do it till your tattoo’s dizzy
And the stud in your mouth turns gold
Till the animal prints U flaunt so lovely
Is full of little bloody holes

 

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