Tractor Beam

[Mc chris] I'm like Kenny Rogers in "Six Pack," girls won't give my dick back All this sex affects my syntax, the pistol I pack's impact Make's you gasp in fact, so sit back, relax While I grind this axe on your Brazillian wax Without finishing fast I bask in the slash Underneath your cinnamon ass, about ten minutes it lasts I pull it out and pass gas My name is mc chris, kinda cute, kinda crass Ladies love me sending pics where they're scantilly clad Send some back then invite them to come crash at my pad They're like O M G, oh whattup, that'd be so rad We make the beast with two backs until we both get whiplash [Hook] Get with the program, strip to the slow jam Slip on a Trojan, kissin the toes and Move to the knees, go back, repeat The job ain't done 'til you ruin the sheets My name is MC, and your name is a creep Because you creep into my bed about every week Tractor beam on my bed Got you actin' le freak Tractor beam on my bed Got you actin' le freak [Mc chris] I should be flirtin with virgins instead of jerkin my gerkin I should be working the circuit assertive for certain With little aversion they all open they curtains Mini-Me starts emergin to be rid of his burden Did I fail to mention all the ladies say word Got a panty collection like a Japanese perv They're prepared to purr and to serve up they curves I skip the main course, I prefer the hors'douerves I like thongs, like grannies like any old panties Hanging on the lampshades as I tap on her back space I like bows, like lace, like suckin her face I like fuckin her waist, I make a bucket of paste When her eyes roll back it means her memory's erased Slow-mo, tip-toe my ass out of her place I quickly run to the clinic, a Q-tip in my diddick I wait two very long weeks to know if these nuts need a medic So c'mon [Hook]