Worship The "d" Lyrics - Singles - Saafir

Now I'm takin' my shroud and I'm 

puttin' 

It on my head, not even a semi-fraud 

More like a demigod in bed-post 

I be hostin' a buck fifty is the rate 

So the shower comes late. They call 

Me get 'em sick 'cause I be fillin' 

'Em wit dick. So I get a dance and a 

Candle 'cause I got handles. When I 

Drop a load in the cock, block this if 

You can. They try 'cause they see 

that 

I'm the mutha fuckin' man. 

Demanding 

The dick, commanding the bitch to do 

my bidding, I'm not kidding when it 

comes 

To rockin' the cradles cat. I don't jock 

Brats. Let's use the synonym of gats 

They play with 22's, I'm like an h-k 

Double M caliber, when I'm in the 

trim 

Stabbin' the guts like a butcher. Put 

Ya in a trance. Watch me hump you. 

I got muscles in my ass so I hump 

fast 

At last the eyes meet mine, within her 

Abyss I see concepts for the rhyme. 

Dimes 

Will be dropped definitely when I see 

You, about how you served the 

hobos the 

Butt like EU, leave you to me in two 

Or three weeks I'll have you whole 

wells 

Fargo cargo. I know fools who be 

sellin' 

It, that's why niggas like me is damn 

near 

Celibate. So the next time she puts 

in an 

Order, even if it's a lick, tell her to bob 

Twice and worship the dick 

I got a rep, ah, like salt 'n' pepa 

'cause 

I'll push definitely my nuts will please 

Like the aborigines, I'm from the 

bush 

From the land down under the 

asshole. 

I mash ho's into potatoes. I love to 

break 

A fake ho and then make her over. 

Shit, 

I'll do Sybill, I'll make the hips swivel 

And swerve. I'm licking every curve 

till 

They're sprung on my tongue. I won't 

Get caught down in the vault 'cause 

my 

Lungs help me catch wreck. Yeah 

baby 

I'm nasty, but I'm not gonna tell you 

what 

I'll do, "cause you'll lose reality, you'll 

Be acting under the age of 2, like 

goo-goo, 

Loo-loo, yes daddy, fuck me honey, 

like 

I owe you money. Gotcha girl, now 

you'll 

Spread the word and tell ya friends 

on 

The low and lady if you try to play me 

Then I'll take your dough. I'll keep the 

Style simple, so I won't lose you, 

ho's. 

I'll bruise you in between the thighs, 

if you're 

Lookin' for the high, I won't be the 

syringe 

For the binge. They want me to hit 

the crack 

Like a dope fiend. It's all good, 

but I hope 

You're clean. 'Cause if you're not 

then you'll rot. Cause ah...Saafir 

won't tell you if 

Your shit smell like shit. From 10 

paces 

Back you'll be worshippin' the dick. 

A true blue collar, when I'm hollerin' a 

Point. They wanna fade blunts, 

so I can 

Play the cunts. I'm like hunts - slow & 

thick 

I'm so raw they've got alters for my 

shit 

And a little incense lit, of course. 

Short on 

Cash, don't trip 'cause Saafir will fuck 

for 

Fits. They make pit stops so I can 

tune-up 

the cock, brakes are free, but rape, it 

Ain't me. Can u dig it? I don't wanna 

serve 

It if the bitch don't wanna give it. I'm 

Like ribbit - leap to the next freak, 

why 

Test the ho, I might get lucky and 

fuck 

Me a bisexual. No discrimination as 

long 

As I'm facin' the guts, and not some 

under 

Cover nigga wit some undercover 

nuts 

Before you bow down to Saafir I 

wanna see if ya 

Shit gotta spill, 'cause if not you'll 

catch a 

Clip - you'll go out.