Girl I like how you wrap up your foreplay. Teasin' my brain with all dat sultry wordplay. Think you command while you lay verse? (Ha) Sweetie, you don't even know da safe word. I'll show you my skills, polysyllabic timing. My bookshelves and closets, full of leather bindings. I can duet all day 'n' baby if you wanna. Girl don't be coy. I'ma double yer entendre, Sure you can take the throne, hop up on my lap. But while the queen is up, grab the king a snack. Damn right got me cravin' that literary. 'N' get all up in your itinerary. Now your track was fire, but it had too much sass. But I can clear that up with a little candlewax. (drip drip) The way you instruct, I better get detention. Got me hot for teacher like old school Van Haylen. 'N' I'ma run through all of the adverbs I know. Rough, Gentle, Hard, Hot, Fast, and Slow. I don't need ta hear about some run on sentence. I need you on your knees like you're prayin' for penance. You got me so damn focused, but it ain't on the lyrics. Let's take this battle inside, where your neighbors can hear it. Girl I'ma capitalize on this situation. Impress you with my proper punctuation. Now clean yourslelf up girl and don't forget. I told you you was gonna need a cigarette.
