This is a song about "Soggy lips"

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

They were the perfect couple, they'd always lock lips

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

He's angry, maybe cause he wants a dick in his big lips

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

I spit that real hip hop, youd think my lips are black

So i could shine like other kinds with my lips

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

Kissed a few bitches on the lips, no insertion

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

While none of em are givin a fuck what comes out your fuckin lips

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics