Lyrics

I know you want it, I know you think you need it real bad (Cats and dogs, it's raining cats and cats and dogs) And I know you want it, (Cats and dogs, it's raining cats and cats and dogs) I know you think you need it real bad (Cats and dogs, it's raining cats and cats and dogs) My pussy needs a big fat dick like yours So come and wet that dick up and stick it in my vagina I love to get fucked by that big fat pole So pull that dick out and stick it in my vagina You're tearing up my pussy and you're making my shaky Like I'm a world record and you're trying to break me Yo, I know you want it, I know you think you need it real bad (Cats and dogs, it's raining cats and cats and dogs) And I know you want it, (Cats and dogs, it's raining cats and cats and dogs) I know you think you need it real bad (Cats and dogs, it's raining cats and cats and dogs) Yo, kibbles and bits, meow mix My fat dick in a black chick Stains on my dad's mattress (Damn) While a fat bitch sits buck naked in a bean bag chair watching Judge Mathis eating up a sandwich (What?) Pardon me, Miss, I'd like to put it in your ass right quick (Your ass right quick) I know you want it, spread that shit (Back off, motherfucker) I'll kill your kids (Whoa! Haha, yo) Just shake it, make it or break it You know you want it girl, don't fake it I'll murder you and stick it in the cake and bake it (What?) Then pull it out and shake it and rain cats and dogs all over your face (All over your face) I know you want it, I know you think you need it real bad (Cats and dogs, it's raining cats and cats and dogs) And I know you want it, (Cats and dogs, it's raining cats and cats and dogs) I know you think you need it real bad (Cats and dogs, it's raining cats and cats and dogs) Dogs and cats, cats and dogs Cats and frogs, frogs and dogs It's raining like a motherfucker (Fucker) Come pucker your butt and scream like Chris Tucker in the Fifth Element (Damn) (What am I gonna do?) My dick's hella bent Trying really fucking hard to push it in but I can't So I stick it in between (Ah) The king-size mattress and the box spring And make you watch as I fuck the bed and scream Really mean things, about Dr. Martin Luther King As the tip of my dick is rubbin' up against the porn magazine And the Sears catalog Puttin paper cuts on the head of Mr. King It's reminiscent 'bout my time in the joint Right before I busted nuts on your baby boy's bitch tits (Tell 'em) Yo yeah I said it, what bitch? West side! Cream of wheat and grits And whole wheat toast on the side with extra butter and a little dish Little dick in your mouth, pull it out and wiggle it Grab a tit and jiggle it Take a piss in a cup, drink half and pour the rest in my breakfast I know you want it, I know you think you need it real bad (Cats and dogs, it's raining cats and cats and dogs) And I know you want it, (Cats and dogs, it's raining cats and cats and dogs) I know you think you need it real bad (Cats and dogs, it's raining cats and cats and dogs) East side... what?
Writer(s): Marc Michael Moceri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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