Slob On My Nob Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

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