Soul Dance

Verse 1
Finally Friday night, can’t wait to go out,
And find somethin’ nice, know what I’m talkin’ bout?
But first I've got to clean my insides out,
Self bump and grind until the slime spouts.

Entrails are spewing only that gooey goo,
That natural lube inside each and all of you.
And when it oozes, I exude sex tunes,
Web shemale booties always do the duty.

A cute well-hung bitch brings the shit out,
And when they bend and spread, I wanna eat’em out.
At that point, I gotta stop,
Don’t wanna stop. My dildo rocks.

It’s getting’ hot in here, like Nelly.
So I pause the pod to stop the Kelly.
And I’m feeling the pain in my belly,
Now I’m ready, time to go get ready.

Hook 1
It’s Friday night. Yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Come on, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Come on, it’s Friday.

It’s Friday night. Yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Come on, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Yeah, it’s Friday.
It’s Friday night. Come on, it’s Friday.

Verse 2
What the fuck is on ya’ll niggas mind,
Looking at me and feeling that I’m fine?
But you can’t accept that shit can you?
You niggas are such haters. I can’t stand you.

You got guns and we got guns,
So, let’s get together and have a little fun.
I can make you cum, and you can make me cum,
But brotherly love I know you want none of.

And I’m ready to die for what I believe.
And if you go, I’m sure that many will grieve.
But I’m an outcast so if I’m outblasted,
There’ll be considerebly less who’ll think tragic.

But this is fantastic,
Acrobatically giving you rhyme feeds to bring you to your knees.
So open up boy. [(Uh) Open up]
And tell me truthfully, you wanna suck?

Or we can fuck, me in the buck,
(or) you in the buck. So yo what’s up?
I like my nuts cupped and tugged firmly,
Or maybe cuffed and stuffed inside yo mouthpiece.

Man we can do whatever that brings pleasure,
And boy I’m off the meter, no need to measure.
Let’s get together and go to where ever,
I know this scene is hot, but I can show you better,

With leather straps, where I can gag you,
Or you can tie me up and light a candle.
Let the molten wax drip on my chest,
As I squirm and wiggle in the pleasantest,

Foreplay that’s oh so unrelenting,
Let myself go, and no pretending,
Just resending me to where plenty
desires are met with this chemistry,

Hook 2
And we can – soul dance
Oh baby boy – oh man
We can – soul dance
Oh baby boy – oh man

We can – soul dance
Oh baby boy – oh man
We can – soul dance
Oh baby boy – oh man