Lap Dance Lyrics - J Lethal

(Verse 1) 

Ass so fat I need a lap dance, I eat that pussy up like Pac-Man 

Ass so fat I need a lap dance, I eat that pussy up like Pac-Man 

Riding out, with my nigga Taevon 

It's a bright day, so i got my shades on 

All you niggas squares, just like a diagram 

Niggas think they seeing me like I'm some type of hologram 

(Verse 2) 

Jay F. Tae, and the F would be for Fortitude 

Coldest rapper here, now watch me change the altitude 

Fuck with me wrong, then I am at your latitude 

Never have you seen a rapper of this fucking magnitude 

Nigga don't play, I'm more than you 

Nigga don't play, I'm warning you 

I aim that gun, then execute, I'm flier than a parachute 

Bands a make her dance, she make that ass clap 

I rip her panties off and then I start to eat her snatch 

She bring that ass back, make it do a thunder clap 

Detroit my habitat, I'm the King, I'm running that 

Can't no nigga do what I do when I do what I do 'cause I do it so great 

Let's get this shit straight, this is not a debate 

I operate to increase my wealth and intake 

Kicking niggas asses, just like I was a Spartan 

And in case you didn't know, bitch I still be the Sergeant 

He so versatile, I swear he kill anybody song 

Sippin' on that double cup, no rest in peace to my Styrofoam 

Put that pussy in my face, it put me right where I belong 

I put this track to sleep just like some fucking chloroform 

(Verse 3) 

Flow stay wet like the Mississippi River 

And I'll sign a contract, with the highest bidder 

You know me, instrumental killer 

I take your song, remix your song, and eat your song for dinner 

I'm killin' all these niggas, R.I.P to the competition 

I'm a kamikaze rider, I blow up like a cataclysm 

Flow is magnetic, all you niggas is pathetic 

And I put this track to sleep like my flow carry anesthetic 

Fuck all these niggas, no I'm not apologetic 

If I said it then I meant it, we can put it up and bet 

Still running shit, hundred yard lane 

The way I treat instrumentals should be labeled inhumane 

Let me see you twerk, I give her the work 

Hit her G-spot and make her whole fucking body jerk 

I test the pussy out, just to see if it will squirt 

Excuse my French because I know my lyrics might be overt, bitch 

I live in the clouds like the Angels do 

I'm chopped and screwed, I'm armed to shoot 

You ain't seen a nigga as raw as this since Wayne with Tha Carter 2 

I'm sick with the flu, you a bugaboo 

I take yo' bitch, let's rendezvous 

I cook these niggas up like barbecue 

For the record I don't spit, I spew 

Niggas think they on my level, clearly that is not true 

F-y-i, ain't nobody barking up my avenue 

Ass so fat, girl I think I need a lap dance 

Mind so wild, boy I think I need a cat-scan 

Stuntin' is a choice, and ballin' is a hobby 

Walk up to that nigga like what's poppin' kemosabe 

That choppa have ya lookin' like ya went through a tsunami 

No need for you to tell me 'cause I know my flow is Godly 

J Lethal, I had to show out for Dearth 3 

All these niggas gettin' chin checked like a goatee 

Killing track after track, guess I'm on a murder spree 

Bitch, I am the Human Torch and you get burned to the third degree 

TrukFit on my back, Supras on my feet 

I could teach you how to stunt 

But still you wouldn't be able to compete 

She give me brain while I tweet 

Don't be mistaken, I'm unique 

My pockets steady flexin', hey bitch check out they physique