A Name I Call Myself Lyrics - 93 'til Infinity - Souls Of Mischief

He hah, ha ha ha 

Yo, y'all wanna know about hoes? 

Check it, yo 

Adam is the man that got more honies than a hive of bees 

I skeeze I'm pullin stunts like McGyver 

And I try ta always be patient with a miss 

But I diss, cuz groupies always seem to make me pissed 

Huh, they gotta be frontin, wantin to start a phony friendship 

I never pretend to think I befriend, be them hips 

And send dips, back to they moms with a grin 

But if she's a boo boo head, I tell no one that I got in 

Yo, skins friends I got a lotta and I gotta 

Bend them and then blend all the hottie 

Spurts be burstin like a mile a minute 

Cuz I can either take it slow or, yo, I wild up in it 

I'm pulling, yes, cuz fully dressed or threadbare they're nice 

I twist my sides to tickle thighs when my head's there 

I now rips sets so foul dips spread my rep 

I sew the girls up like Schweppes, so many kids might fret 

Afterwards I'm bouncing dips like tits on chicks 

Who be running track, then they be running back for more 

Rest assured, it's absurd for her to be your linga 

I get the finger, cuz she can't get the stinga 

Any longer, my dong can stretch and I'm stronger 

I got the daddy ding-a-ling to get you hot and bothered 

Get the kinks out when my stink in the pink shout and scream 

Butta second fling is but a dream 

From day one I played hoes in the schoolyard, my tool heartless 

But not for dips submerging, it ain't hurt men to merge in 

My status from baddest to Tims, I'm pulling more hips 

Than gravity, and after the skins get hit, I'm drowsing 

Arousing the next dousing the next thousand my saliva 

The liver ones cuz I don't try to run in no dumb females 

Some be swell, but my picks, so why tricks 

Get restricted to flicks with boo boo heads, I screw you dead 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

Niggaz cling and get attached to things on the flute 

That's insane, I just be in and bang, get boots 

For gosh sakes that broad shakes, her thang to the whole game 

The way the labia lips hang, it's a sad shame 

Clapping when you're tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em 

The breasts sag like they're saddened 

The skins are wrinkled, dry, worn and battered 

Leave em shattered, she's as fly as a maggot 

The him I am, the man I'm him 

Bustin skins out, I been stout erect checkin dips 

When I'm wreckin lips and clitorises, hit her with this 

(Boom bow bang) 

Swinging from my you-know-whats so you know buttcheeks 

Are clapping tapping the guts on the late with your date 

Makes my ego read those lipstick marks on my penal tip 

(Ha-hah) 

They don't lie, penis took your dip to a fly despise 

My description, why, when I'm making them lips bend 

I hit it, I did it, I admit it 

I never quit it, yes, I knock the boots like I was Riddick 

Bowe, get with it, hoe, I get with 

No, Boomerang broads with nasty toes 

Keep your corns on your husk, you muskrat 

But if she's fly, I try to bust that 

Gluttius maximus, I wax and bust 

I'm taxin just to be the mack man Plus 

Once I been with women, friendship done been the sole outcome 

How come skins can't work their way in? 

The question resting late night at her pad and 

Scheming to grab and season, cuz she's in 

I fiend getting mad horny, transforming charges 

Into swinging me, seemingly hard miss 

Let her know that I was on it 

Now I got dibs on that crib I'm welcome back, 'cuz I'm Kotter 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man 

I call myself the man