Knocking Them Boots

One...one I say one 800 on the under cover cop
She took off her top
I'm in a hurry so don't you worry
Get a little bit closer

Breath...breath...breath
Knock you to your knees
Living in a land of sleaze
Stop spreading the disease

Pulling up daisies from a plumb in my hand
Rockin with the mic on its stand
Beep beep on the clock it goes
Up your nose with a rubber hose

Stretch further then ever before
While I be kicking it with this two bit whore
On the floor screaming more..more..more
Banging her boots with a deep impact

Going to fast will give me a heart attack
She was as sweet as the taste of honey
Ain't nothing funny but the sound of the money
Busting them rhyme like Gin with Rummy

Keep the beat hot
Banging her boots boogey down to the socks
I see shadows on the wall the vibrations are a haunt
Just made a dent in her worn out cunt

Lick the smooth nature of her clit for a reason
It's the changing of the season
Got rhymes that are hard
Got rhymes that flow

Some stop short and inflate my ego
Beep beep you come back for more
There's tears that are falling now I'm out the door

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