a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

apache – woodchuck lyrics

[chorus: x4]
how much wood could a woodchuck chuck
if a woodchuck could chuck wood? (i don’t know!)

[verse one]
the question is how much wood could i chuck
what you really wanna know is how much do i f-ck
yo, cause when it comes to skins i know how to work this
i get more by accident than n-gg-z get on purpose
so any honey that thinks she can stick with
i got a lot to share so prepare to get d-cked with
spread ’em (here they go) got ’em
the mission is to pound the p-ssy until i hit rock bottom
i’m like a hawk that’s out [?] to stalk
i f-ck you so hard, i leave your p-ssy with stretch marks
see they call me mr. woodchuck
i got a certified [?] that says i give a good f-ck

[verse two]
i hunt c-nt like a bounty i’m the quicker picker upper
don’t want the itty bitty t-tty committee i want a d-cupper
i can talk softly but i carry a big d-ck
knockin p-ss-es off, so you better dig quick
the master long laster, be doin it nastily
in this wacky f-ckin mix, you can call me d-ck dastardly
hard act to follow when i hit the funky hollow
yes i c-m for you to swallow get more hoooo than the apollo
take my d-ck and i’m far shovin it, taxin like the government
givin some b-tches st-tches, but mostly just be lovin it
got some rope, and a smoke, and your -ss is on target
no wholesale or retail got that p-ssy on the black market

[chorus]

[verse three: double j]
yo, far as p-ssy n-gg- please, i bend more knees
i squeeze a skeeze and do away with the d-ck tease
you can’t f-ck you little sucker, no d-ck control
all d-ck and no b-lls -ss motherf-cker
chuck wood d-mn good, who’s done
i got ten d-ck fingers for all my b-tches to choose one
talkin ’bout you woodchuckin and can’t spell it
i just got out some -ss, here’s my d-ck, come smell it
b-tches love it when i shove it so shut the heck up
i f-ck so good, they come back for a weekly checkup
it gets better and better as they get wetter and wetter
double j in this game, i’m a double-header

[verse four: apache]
how much wood could a woodchuck, i f-ck ’til the p-ssy’s done
come, life’s a b-tch then you f-ck one
i stay h-rny, try to hide i’ll find ya
born to f-ck, i see more p-ssy than a pantyliner
i bust nuff nuts, they claim you c-m too quick
i’m too thick and you’re quick to lie on your d-ck
i’m addicted a fiend call me punani don
your mack lax, i get more p-ssy than a tampon
i get hot, hit the spot, watch her temperature boil
i’m a wild child, i f-ck like i’m drillin for oil
i hit bottom i got ’em, f-ck the pros and cons
when i die i want my d-ck bronzed

[chorus]

[verse five: vinnie]
when i s-x ya i’m hugh hefner, play ya like fonzarelli
lookin gooder this summer cause my d-ck won’t fail me
f-ckin up the world i make you scream wolf calls
pushin livers in your throat cause my d-ck’s that tall
i wanna ho that can go cause i throw well
so i can take her to the vin helmsley hotel
you better hope the rubber holds, one baby bullsh-t
i’m makin triplets, pushin for four to make a quartet
how long? real long, my name ain’t stubby
i f-ck ’em all short tall small thin thick or chubby
so come and chuck me i’m good to the last stroke
and watch that p-ssy go home in a sling

[verse six: treach]
here comes the longer stronger don for you limp d-ck sh-tsacks
cause i’m the motherf-cker that wear golden jim hats
quicker career f-cker upperer
with the stiff stuff that i’m cuttin up, for long to go up in her
everytime i knocked it tip blown
you think i needed a bigger shoe the way they call me foot long
i hit a hoochie with the whole weight, the whole plate
cause when i break ya, make i wake the whole state
stretchin them guts from the backside
all i say is timber them dem spread that -ss wide
my d-ck get the grammy, word to sammy
i f-ck you from here to mi-ami-ami

[chorus]

- apache lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS