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high mighty - hands on experience pt. ii lyrics

(feat. bobbito, el-p)

[mr. eon]
girls, girls, girls, girls
my right hand i adore
spankin on my sheets till i can’t c-m no more
i’m on a five-a-day plan, then i’m switchin hands
not really carin where my sticky white lands
i’m half-asleep, you calm me captain kleenex
cuz i be c-mmin on quilts until my d-ck wilts
then i’m in the shower, jergens and vaseline-a
right named palmer, left hand wristina
like the artifacts, i come on wit the c-m on
might jerkin work, lookin up too many skirts
i nut on puffs after i huff the dutch
the ten pack pocket tissue comes in the clutch
so put on the kristy-kenya video
that’s four nuts a day, and one more to go

[el-p]
check check check check
dear sir,
i have been an avid reader of your magazine for many years now
but up until today i haven’t had an experience as really worthy of this column
the solo jux avidly have to repeat
i felt weak, felt like we were havin s-x for a week
i wanna spark the bottle, wack it but i don’t have a sheet
so inevitably i pull out of the pocket
just for an example that i’m huggin up a plug wit no socket
now how soundly she slept while i fume
vexed about the fact i couldn’t nut off
pent up, b-lls blue, painful
i know that when woke she’s disdainful
time to come up wit plan d for desparation
pulled out the love monkey and shot off to the t-tties’ location
at least in that direction
upon further inspection, she awoke splashed in the head section
shook by the goblety goods

[q-tip: cut and scratched] “think-i-think i gotta”
“just beat it” [phife] “jerkin your jimmy but you still can’t come off”
“i thought i had it in the palm of my hand”
[eazy e] “just give me the p-ssy and i’ll be straight
if you don’t, f-ck it i’ll m-st-rb-t-”

[mr. eon: rapping in kiddy voice]
all day i like to stroke it, then i poke it
and be like ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, are you alive little man
got hands on experience cuz i jerk alot
exotic hand creams that’s what i got
and a p-rno collection about the size of jada sulton
when i purchase movies, it’s usually out in fulton
then i take it home and spank it, and wipe it with a napkin
yo i love to jerk like ? love to hack
and maybe it’s a must like a kitty cat’s purr
i’ve been known to f-ck my girl than jerk off next to her
keep it real, yo yo bob stop stop jerkin and come do your lyrics

[bobbito]
i go solo wit my hand so you can call me han solo
slap my skins, so they call me bobby bongos
auto-matic, just for my peepee
hit a vital nerve, lick her t-ts, curve
jergens dry, no lotion for my hand motion
don’t cry, dry your eye
here’s a towel, my hands move like constipated bowels
i shoot extra far if a girl talks foul
choke my chicken, slap my w-nker
a girl lets me watch her with her t-ts out while i’m spankin
then i’ll thank her, ah check it out
i’m harder than the hardest artist hard can get
kbl in the place, workin a sweat
doin beats strokin off until the twinkie gush
until they amputate my hands i won’t sweat the p-ss
unless she wants to, then i’ll worry about gettin, the monster
so i’d rather avoid the unwanted pregnancy
the headaches of an emotional attachment
i live my own fantasy world where anything goes
besides the longer i go without s-x
the closer bobbin my boloney comes to feelin like the real thing
think twice about walkin barefoot on my bedroom floor
yo mi, hit me up wit a magazine
i’m goin to bed man, i’m out

- high mighty lyrics

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