Blur
iPimp
I thought it time to post a rap of mine. So without further ado, I am proud to present, the "Master of Bater"
I'm tha master of bater, mastered the force like Vader//
cottage cheese 'n butter beans I get my lubricants catered//
I got lubricant waiters, order some bread 'n tomaters//
and what I don't fuck, stuff in a to-go box 'n fuck it later//
got a thing for vaseline, sour cream and saliva...//
lyrically spit 'n scribble, while I spit slap and dribble//
pivot swivvle my dick 'n spit in 360 like irrigation//
rubbin so hard that I got a penal skin irritation!//
commense tha smackin 'n slappin, spank crank 'n dick shake//
I'll come to ya stupid kid's birthday party and fuck the cupcakes//
I'm the one that fucked the jelly 'n put it back in the fridge//
I'm the one that had the string cheese wrapped all over my dick//
I'm the one you saw at Kroger drillin holes in cucumbers//
got more Woody than Toy Story; dick's harder than lumber//
I like to lie on the ground, with my dick standin up//
I ain't lyin to yall, I really don't give a fuck//
stick my dick in Playdough, if it won't give a nut//
I like to fart, take a shit then slather cheese on my butt//
but so what? got a problem cus ya boy is horny?//
do you understand, wakin up erect in tha morning?//
have you ever fucked a glass of soggy Saltine crackers?//
has your dick ever been straighter than an ascended laddar?//
could ya tell me 'bout, jackin off with Bush's Baked Beans?//
have ya ever been asleep bustin a nut in your dreams?//
when you step in ya jeans, does it strain on tha seams?//
"Can I jack you off?"...bitch there ain't no playin with me//
I'm a fuckin solo artist! there ain't a "K" in "team"//
I could fuck anything! with a little handcream....//
got a mat, where I jack, so my carpet stays clean...//
got a sack, where I stash, all my jackin off things//
tissues oils 'n lotions, thats tha magical potion//
moanin groanin 'n stroakin, toilet paper I'm soakin//
tha rooster cool with me, cus it's tha chicken I'm chokin,//
safety goggles on face, so I can keep my eyes open//
and I'm hopin some day, my girl friend will drop her draws//
'til then one hand on dick, the other hand on my balls//
su - supa sick, freak ~ nasty, if you was freaky
you, wouldnt be ~ laughing, bitches slap ~ me//
cus I talk, dirty when I'm extra horny....
fuck beatin with righty dry cus that's extra boring...//
bitch get on my nerves look out! facial while she sleep//
wakin up, face stuck, to tha bed sheets...yea...//
I don't give a damn, cus I'm open bout my stroakin//
penis poppin out my pants, ain't no way that I could cloak it//
mic ~ masta, dick ~ blasta, verbal ecstacy//
yall couldn't come close to this talent jackin off next to me//
n fuck a fake, frontin faggot claim they never beat...//
gettin defensive offended cus they tryin to act street//
drivin down tha street.....recessive hand on their meat//
can't get out the fuckin car, cus they stuck to the seat//
come to class in baggy pants, jus to hide they erection//
I don't give a mother fuck I let it point like directions//
when it comes to produce, bitches I got connections//
'n that's serious, from a masturbater's perspective//
I got employees constantly scheamin on tha down low//
gettin me anything I require from the grocery sto'//
carrots broccli n lettuce, vegetational fetish//
I fucked so many tomatos I think my dick turnin reddish//
though I'm always on screen so I don't know how red it gets//
toilet paper wrapped around it cus I know how wet it gets//
my dick's always stimulated like I fucked amphetamins//
even lacto bitches beggin for my milky medicines//
when I stop, I'ma let cha know; till then I'ma let it flow//
pass a dyme in the hall watch my penis grrrooowwwww//
I'm tha master of bater, mastered the force like Vader//
cottage cheese 'n butter beans I get my lubricants catered//
I got lubricant waiters, order some bread 'n tomaters//
and what I don't fuck, stuff in a to-go box 'n fuck it later//
got a thing for vaseline, sour cream and saliva...//
lyrically spit 'n scribble, while I spit slap and dribble//
pivot swivvle my dick 'n spit in 360 like irrigation//
rubbin so hard that I got a penal skin irritation!//
commense tha smackin 'n slappin, spank crank 'n dick shake//
I'll come to ya stupid kid's birthday party and fuck the cupcakes//
I'm the one that fucked the jelly 'n put it back in the fridge//
I'm the one that had the string cheese wrapped all over my dick//
I'm the one you saw at Kroger drillin holes in cucumbers//
got more Woody than Toy Story; dick's harder than lumber//
I like to lie on the ground, with my dick standin up//
I ain't lyin to yall, I really don't give a fuck//
stick my dick in Playdough, if it won't give a nut//
I like to fart, take a shit then slather cheese on my butt//
but so what? got a problem cus ya boy is horny?//
do you understand, wakin up erect in tha morning?//
have you ever fucked a glass of soggy Saltine crackers?//
has your dick ever been straighter than an ascended laddar?//
could ya tell me 'bout, jackin off with Bush's Baked Beans?//
have ya ever been asleep bustin a nut in your dreams?//
when you step in ya jeans, does it strain on tha seams?//
"Can I jack you off?"...bitch there ain't no playin with me//
I'm a fuckin solo artist! there ain't a "K" in "team"//
I could fuck anything! with a little handcream....//
got a mat, where I jack, so my carpet stays clean...//
got a sack, where I stash, all my jackin off things//
tissues oils 'n lotions, thats tha magical potion//
moanin groanin 'n stroakin, toilet paper I'm soakin//
tha rooster cool with me, cus it's tha chicken I'm chokin,//
safety goggles on face, so I can keep my eyes open//
and I'm hopin some day, my girl friend will drop her draws//
'til then one hand on dick, the other hand on my balls//
su - supa sick, freak ~ nasty, if you was freaky
you, wouldnt be ~ laughing, bitches slap ~ me//
cus I talk, dirty when I'm extra horny....
fuck beatin with righty dry cus that's extra boring...//
bitch get on my nerves look out! facial while she sleep//
wakin up, face stuck, to tha bed sheets...yea...//
I don't give a damn, cus I'm open bout my stroakin//
penis poppin out my pants, ain't no way that I could cloak it//
mic ~ masta, dick ~ blasta, verbal ecstacy//
yall couldn't come close to this talent jackin off next to me//
n fuck a fake, frontin faggot claim they never beat...//
gettin defensive offended cus they tryin to act street//
drivin down tha street.....recessive hand on their meat//
can't get out the fuckin car, cus they stuck to the seat//
come to class in baggy pants, jus to hide they erection//
I don't give a mother fuck I let it point like directions//
when it comes to produce, bitches I got connections//
'n that's serious, from a masturbater's perspective//
I got employees constantly scheamin on tha down low//
gettin me anything I require from the grocery sto'//
carrots broccli n lettuce, vegetational fetish//
I fucked so many tomatos I think my dick turnin reddish//
though I'm always on screen so I don't know how red it gets//
toilet paper wrapped around it cus I know how wet it gets//
my dick's always stimulated like I fucked amphetamins//
even lacto bitches beggin for my milky medicines//
when I stop, I'ma let cha know; till then I'ma let it flow//
pass a dyme in the hall watch my penis grrrooowwwww//
