Slob On My Nob lyrics

Artist  : Three 6 Mafia 
Song : Slob On My Nob
 


Slob on my knob,
Like corn on the
cob.
Check in with me,
And do your
job.

Lay on the bed,
And gimme
head,
Don't have to ask.
Don't have to
beg.

Juicy is my name,
Sex is my
game.
Let's call the boys.
Let's run a
train.

Squeeze on my nuts,
Lick on my
butt.
The 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 grover,
I said bend
over.
I started to knock,
Then came the
odor.

Smelt like mush,
Shouldn't had a
woosh,
Told her to stop,
And take a
doosh

Once she did that,
I didn't want
the cat,
So, I bailed out,
And never came
back.

Sucka nigga dicka suck
Sucka
nigga dicka suck
Sucka nigga dicka
suck
Sucka nigga dicka suck

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
dick,
Does it real good.

She'll give
you money.
Feel up your tummy,
House full
of kids.
Parents all funny.

Once had a
doubt,
Backyard ground,
Hit it from the
back,
Enjoyed the sound.

Name under
cover,
Always used a rubber,
Until I got
caught,
Fuckin with her mother

She
blamed it on me,
We fought in the
streets.
She pulled out a knife,
So I had
to flee.

Call up the boys,
Went to her
house,
Trashed the whole place,
Threw the
bitch out.

Police busted in,
"Where the
niggas at?"
We left just in time,
And never
came back.

Rode through the hood,
Wavin
at the freaks.
Sniffin all the rocks.
Smokin
all the geeks.

Made another stop,
Police
station,
Saw a few cops,
Drove by and spayed
them.

License tag number,
A nigga said
he saw,
Focus all the time,
And never get
caught.