Slob On My Knob - Jazz Remix

How y'all doing tonight?

You feeling good? You? Yeah

So, I had to, um, make a jazz version of a old Three 6 classic

How many of y'all grew up listening to Three 6 Mafia, huh? Haha, yeah

Thirty years in, man

So it go like, a little something like this, yeah

Slob on the knob like corn on the cob

Check in with me and do your job

Lay on the bed and give me head

Don't have to ask, don't have to beg

Juicy is my name, sex is my game

Let's call the boys and your girls, we can hang

Squeeze on my shut your mouth, lick on my what? What?

Natural curly hair, please don't touch

First find a mate, second find a place

Third find a bag to hide the whole face

Real name Gross, I said Ben O

I started to knock, then came the O

Smelled like mush, shouldn't had a rush

Told her to stop and take a douche

Why she did that? I didn't want the cat

So I bamfed out and never came back, let's go

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My nigga D Magic said he had to have it

I said just forget it, it's too crappy

Know a little freak in Hollywood

Sucks on shut your mouth, does it real good

She'll give you money, fill up your tummy

House full of kids, parents all sprungy

Once had her down, backyard ground

Hit it from the back, enjoyed the sound

Lay on the covers, always used a rubber

'Til I got caught, man, fucking with her mother

She blamed it on me and took it to the street

She pulled out a knife so I had to flee

Called up the boys, went to her house

Trashed the whole place, got the fuck out

Police busted in, "Where them niggas at?"

We left just in time and never came back

Drove through the hood, waving at the freaks

Who sniffing all the rocks and smoking all the geeks

Made another stop, police station

Saw a few cops, drove by and sprayed 'em

License tag number, a nigga said he saw it

Focus all the time, never get caught, let's go

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