Suck My Dick - Intellectual

[Intro: Kon Artist & Trezure]

Let's just go, (Let's just)

Look (I'm ready, I'm ready)

Two, three (Where your momma at?) and yeah

Uh huh, yo (Where your momma at?)

Uh huh (Yeah)

(Where your momma at?)

Porter, uh huh, yea (Where your momma at?)

Mic (Yeah)

(Where your momma at?) Yeah

[?] yeah, yeah (Where your momma at?)

Uh huh, Trezure (Yeah) (Where your momma at?)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) D12, [?]

Yo, yo, yo (Yeah) yo

[Verse 1: Kon Artis]

I got a hot date with Grace Jones at eight-thirty

I prolly stand up to do smack with James Worthy

In a stolen Maserati, car full of hotties

In a Chevy big body, with a Parliament cassette stuck in my tape deck

A demigod flippin' off a fuckin' redneck (Bitch!)

I ain't democrat or republic, my life's fucked up and I love it

I'm butter with these blades, you can hug it

Man, if you ain't got it, you can get it

I drive gettin' head, my hood steerin'

After I cum she swallow my charring

I meet and greet BET naked in tube socks (What up?)

And word up this how I'm livin' ladies who want cock

Gaming Tracy McGrady I guessed that's why they flock

But I'm 7-0 shorter than that nine in his back pocket

But they don't know that, all they see is this big house

And this Cadillac truck the shaft, gettin' head in the back

Fuck it, all we want is ass and tits

In a big bitch cook us all legs and grits

Ja Rule to drive his damn car in a ditch

I wish Benzino died of AIDS instead of Eazy, shit

I hope Ashanti lose her voice, little measly bitch

JillScott and Mary J. Blige "You Heard Of It"

And if you havin' you know you ain't murderin' shit

But this is just my thang, and it shouldn't hurt you bitch

When I say

[Chorus: Kon Artis]

Suck my dick

Gay bitches you can, suck my dick

I hate you motherfuckers, suck my dick

That's why D-12 like, suck my dick

And Mr. Porter like, suck my dick

My girl Treasure like, suck my clit

And you all can you, suck my dick still?

[Verse 2: Kon Artis]

I tried a high of coke, bumpin' Nirvana

My wild persona is that off a hungry piranha

I revolve around drama, snub nose, bitch

Thirty eight special, Saturday night shit

You mad you can't hit, you missing close range

You never could shoot, that's why I'm blaming your aim

Of course I'm conceited, look at me I'm cute

Your bitch got to boot, 'cause you couldn't suck Two' (Dicks)

Me and Bizzy, our plan stay risky

And this whisky is the reason that you clowns comin' with me

And I done told you, two and half find your horoscopin'

Your man got to cut you on the floss thought I was jokin'

Walking 'round this bitch with no warns, not what he grows in

Talking like I would do no harm, that's what he hope when

I stepped on the block on cords I block shots

I do pornos for videos, and got banned from The Box

And sickin' of individuals that see baby individuals

You need to sell to see for a hustler when I pencil

So when you see me on your block again

I won't be knockin' on the door I'll be kickin' it in

Ask your momma 'bout the picture, I done fucked her too

Her pussy wrinkled and decrepit like Benzino all do

Nigga see me in the school actin' wild and unruly

Bringin' that nigga lungs bombs we ain't shootin'

[Chorus: Kon Artis]

Suck my dick

Gay bitches you can, suck my dick

I hate you motherfuckers, suck my dick

That's why D-12 like, suck my dick

And Mr. Porter like, suck my dick

My girl Treasure like, suck my clit

And you all can you, suck my dick still?

Bitch

[Verse 3: Trezure]

"Ohhhh, see my days are cold without you"

Bitch you sound like fuckin' Boo Boo, hairy ass apey bitch

Only Mighty Mouse should get paid off that Disney shit

Your crew was wack, what sign are you, a Grammy?

Ho' please, who did nutted in your guts, Irv G?

You had to suck your way to the top

If it wasn't a shame, I'd grow a dick

And pop a seed in your mouth, and let you swallow it

Hope that the kid grow up

You stupid sluts, you can see how real shit blow up

It goes like this, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, when a bitch like you get a deal

See you wack, you a joke and your mom's a ho

The Grammy ain't yours and everybody know

Vita left the camp but you like "So?, I love Murder Inc. and I never let 'em go"

[Chorus: Kon Artis]

Suck my dick

Gay bitches you can, suck my dick

I hate you motherfuckers, suck my dick

That's why D-12 like, suck my dick

And Mr. Porter like, suck my dick

My girl Treasure like, suck my clit

And you all can you, suck my dick still?