Tech N9ne - Fuck Food (Feat. Lil Wayne, T-Pain & Krizz Kaliko)

Mmm Yum, a stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue But for the right one, I’ll spit it out and place her right on The night’s young, meaning we minus the bright sun And I’m numb like I’m inside ‘em like white on a ripe bun Like that one, baby stacked wit’ a fat on Action-pack wit’ a rack and a little bit of that ‘yac she’s passed on Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I’m Vlad and I’m back I’ll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion (I’m crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies They don’t give a damn that I’m manic Even though I’m so shady Baby girl, but don’t play me I ain’t tryna have no babies, but baby You braised in some slavery Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me I just wanna bite you and watch you drop out, Romani Kandi That’s 11 Gs, angel from heaven, she’s Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain checkin’ weaves [T-Pain] I know what you sayin’ But you know I ain’t playin’ Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans And oh-oh (Girls only look like fuck food to me) (Girl-girls only look like fuck food to me) Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby (Girls sure look like fuck food to me) (Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me) Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh [Lil Wayne] Uh, now put that pussy on my lip and dip Yeah, let’s make a movie, I’ma flip the script Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship Uh, ’cause I’m a nasty motherf-cker Yeah, I eat that p-ssy like the last supper Yeah, I beat that p-ssy like brass knuckles Heh, she call me daddy and she scream “Uncle” Open up and spread, I’m pullin’ her hair, she pullin’ my dreads I’m breakin’ her off, we breakin’ the bed F-ck her like a dog, she shakin’ her leg I’m killin’ it soft, I’m makin’ it red I’m makin’ her talk, I’m makin’ her beg I’m makin’ her crawl, I’m makin’ her run I’m makin’ it numb, I’m makin’ it cum, I am Young Weezy F. Baby She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it (Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don’t waste it I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it Tunechi! [T-Pain] I know what you sayin’ But you know I ain’t playin’ Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans And oh-oh (Girls sure look like fuck food to me) (Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me) Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby (Girls sure look like fuck food to me) (Girl-girls sure look like fuck food to me) Oh-oh-oh-oh [Tech N9ne] When I get my mittens on this kitten She’ll be bitten, then she missin’ ‘Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in Canceled all of her ex men If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then I’m gon’ be your sex friend, rippin’ off her dress, then Nibblin’ on her neck and I’m makin’ her wet wit’ no question Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism Got way mo’ cash to give ‘em, but they don’t ask, just twist ‘em I don’t have to give ‘em stacks for me to mash within ‘em I’m they master, hit ‘em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick ‘em And I like ‘em all colors, multi-mack can make ‘em all love us And make ‘em do all of us, and we don’t be trippin’ on it ’cause we all brothers Y’all slippers, as I be trippin’ over broads, fuck it The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled The bitch’ll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers Anybody outside don’t get much news from me ‘Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who’s the G?) This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee But the girls sho’ look like fuck food to me, ay I don’t know what you feel I don’t