Inna City Tanchum:

Too much pussy, pussy be fallin’ out my pockets
I'm a litterbug, because my zipper isn't up to stop it
Stop e-motion; e-Wallace and e-Gromit
Check my wallet… Hope this place accepts American Express with pussy on it
Found a 20 in my winter jacket last week
Ask me what I found inside my khakis: past v-gina
Line the inside of my inseams with these thongs, not Tevas
I mean I Leave It to Beavers
Need a backpack for this vag-stack
Or a sack to stash the snatch I snatch so it don't overlap in my lap
In so much red, might go and dress like Michael in Beat It just to hold the extra load for my penis
Please miss, keep this
Consider it a favor, bitches praying on my dick as if it were their savior
Way they need a wheel chair later, fair to call these chicks Xavier
Wetter than the Rain Forrest, they about to be in danger
Told ‘em bring a Totem for protection
So deep into pussies, my dong DWONG’s like Inception
Guess the lesson is I get it in
Gettin this fan mail for my male parts
Starts, “Dear Meat,” like venison
Ends signed, “Love, pussy.”
Post script, “If at first you don't fit, try, try again and just push me.
P.P.S. Getcha keys out my face. We request a bigger space, cause this pocket’s getting squishy.”


Fresco:

Breathtaking amounts of pussy, man I need an inhaler
Inna City, I was hoping you'd recommend me a tailor
Wardrobe failure, I admit, all the pussies don't fit
Inside my pockets that aint big
Gotta make sure I won't trip
Cautious when I'm walking,
Pussy fallin’ and you trying not to look
Eight pussies surrounding me, call that shit an octo-pus
Got whatever's in my jeans harder than a stonewall
Pussy fallin’ out, but I pick it up like a phone call
I like that "So good I can't even word it" pussy
Any type, even a white girl, Katie Couric pussy
And it just be coming to me, I don't gotta search for it
So much it's a sin, momma said go to church for it
Damn, I think they ready for me baby
All I need is a red suit, I'm like Eddie in the 80’s
Get what I'm saying? Well okay, then I guess that you get the point
It's a hobby; got me collecting pussy like that shit’s a bunch of coins
And I can't lie, the situations become troublesome
I'm puzzled son, how does the pussy stick to me like bubblegum?
I try my best to not drop it on the ground like litter
But I swear somehow it knows how to follow me like Twitter
Pardon me if you think that I'm wildin’
But which of your lips usually do the smiling?
Catch up to me, man y’all much fucking slower than Fres
Pussy fallin’ out my pockets like The Polar Express