WARMTH. In my mouth. My hands, wrapped around. Strokin', up and down (...down... down). Is all this for me. But nothing can compare to. (Thank you). The warmth of my mouth.
(We be kickin yo' fat funky ass, on WKYA). . What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?. What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now.. . (Verse One).