Cover Blown

[Verse 1: Matta Ov Fact] Ayo, business trip The Buick Regal, Enterprise whip At a traffic light, doing some Kegel exercises, and Something illegal with a live squid While your wifey's at home Watching the beagle and the five kids Yo, plus I heard she carrying the sixth Everybody keep asking "Why you ain't marrying the...chick?" Even cousin Harry and Patrish Some times you want ingredients to vary in your dish If I could get the permission to quote a fee Eat it everyday, might get tired of Elle's Cuisine Yahimean? Just take it from the Groggy one Sometimes you want the sloppy cheeseburger with the soggy bun At first, you thought it was a swell call Till you went and started displaying signs that's tell all Now your shorty want to smell your balls Just to catch the slightest scent of a Jezebel's walls [Hook: EP] You blew your cover kid Lost your lid Prosty's prosthetic knot, knees and wigs You blew your cover kid Lost your lid Prosty's prosthetic knot, knees [Verse 2: EP] Ayo, thick batter, cake mix Take six on a pay-for-play basis Conversation collateral Round up the cattle Throw 'em the lateral "Honey I'm home!" Skin more sporadical A small sum of money get you chummy But see it's all about the digits where it isn't sunny Religious visits, exquisite attire A surefire way to get you fired Murder for hire Serving desire Dipping in that third eye vision Intermission Tell your chick "listen," while she in the kitchen Office hours extend Two blue pills, three Extenze At a loss when she offers to bend Tell her it's friends How you felt distressed Stated with eloquence One slip could get it hella tense Irrelevance, oozing in your statement Vein bulging out the neck Boozing, going ape shit! [Hook: EP] [Outro: The Doppelgangaz] Yo, You blew your cover kid Lost your lid Prosty's prosthetic knot knees and wigs You blew your cover kid Lost your muthafucking lid! *Coughing* Yo, E, you's a wild nigga