Verse 1

Raw sex super and nasty

lex luther “never too much” if you ask me

snap shot thought of a bulleted mind frame 

Tryna stay la-sered on what the task be

Muster up the fortitude, suppress affection 

Investigate and apprehend, but

The lust has made me press the question 

why didn’t the cameraman just snap me in, Damn! _

I gotta have her, on the job or off

The thighs are thick, the skin looks soft

The breasts seems spill-out my hand size

A first class flight with the will of the stand-bys, this heir porter 

with a stare tryna blare this rare daughter

Blow her mind whistle a sign of fresh water

Break down her elements to relevant portions

To force in a melanin meshing flesh order 

HOW DO I REMOTELY APPROACH THIS DILEMMA?

The matter of a matter heated broach to a simmer

Break planes of time and space new conventional

reduce my make to fit two-dimensional 

Two steps less than a tesseract

Known to express a little more than a guesser act

## So I’m sure of the obscure, with flash speed

And I can just tell from the front I’mma bless her back [WOOO!] _

Enter through the curl of the corner

Whisper in her ear I’m The Lord of The Lens to inform her

That we would make the bomb of a composite 

This contrast seems a little better than the former, she said

It’s risky to frisk at my pixels and film

For the last 5 years I’ve been celibate 

And I respond that I AM the resolution

And I’m sent as the darkroom light to develop it, baby

Hook

One take my mind had seemed bluffing

Two cakes defined a dream cuffin

Three shakes and I’d seen enough to lead me 

to scuff behind her mean muffin (2x)