Wok At Ur Show -

threats at my desk must be lee my cousin

i got the staxx and she got the sweats

breath baby breath chew ur lunchtime muffin

i am a fly at ur sweaty chest

i hate ur neck u despise my office

we made a deal we would stay the same

when we were high and we pictured business

blame it on the game lee ima blame it on ur name

so u need glasses to pack ur stash

ima sit put until u are long gone

fuck ur blood once and u screw ur cash

no looks related lee dark im so blond

up in this blood beef i still count cash

got a photo on my desk pretty face my cousin

long gone so lost but i cant give it to the trash

u and me lee and ur lunchtime muffin

we had glass up our gums

we were kissing

it was late

i was hurt

i was drunk

unsightly bulge is the bulge of promise

the pocketed lip holding bags of joy

u stick it to me like a packet of pommes

the pouch kicking in as its feeling the void

your crush has a face now the face is polite

no sleep be in sight u been up the whole while

if this doesnt share just what u had in sight

how to hunt down old lee now whos back in style

its growing inside u the need to swallow

the stash in the cooler wont last a month

the fat piece it carries will make u follow

u got ur provider u quit the hunt

the Real ease in this piece will make u shine

if U like it now u will love the next time

i wont let it go by U run this line

dip a pickle in the jameson, sip a drink of time

the wok at your show had a perfect chew

our unsightly bulge keeps our minds connected

i dip every piece as im looking at you

in the end of the mingle the night is erect