Skitzofreniks - Charlie's Angels lyrics

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Eddie Bones presents...

the adventures of Charlie Bawles

You heard about Charlie's angles?

They keep broads hooked on the cock like Prince

Alberts

[Charlie Bawles]

Well it's Chuck,

The first man that your girl couldn't deep throat

So I fucked her mouth til her two front teeth broke

Flipped the bitch like cheap coke

Left the sheets soaked, gave the meat stroke

til the hoe's ass cheeks smoked

Freaks know the stee

Before they even rolled with me

I shift ovaries, send 'em home with torn hosiery

Used to fuck to Jodeci, now it's to my own CD

I tell the bitch "I'm on my own shit",

Stop holdin' me

And tell me how this nut tastes

Bust in the sluts face, leave 'em mud,

Laced like a Hostess cupcake

No matter, what race you can still be in my smut tape

But fuck fake bitches that whine like crushed grapes

Come take the fat, long thing with the cock ring

CheckMark knocks the box til the twat stings

Broads cling.

I'll knock the matress off your box spring

Rip your bra string and spill beer in your offspring

They try to block things, I don't like that

Keep the tights back,

Or I'm a throw 'em in the closet like mic jacks

I might, smack your kids while I'm grabbin your tits

Strappin your wrist to the headboard,

And stabbin your ribs. With the long dick

Of this pornographic bastard

Workin the bed til I get paid by my matress

Don't laugh bitch. There ain't no jokin here

I'll fuck ya til your downstairs,

neighbor smokes a square

Poke your rear with my thumb to test

If you ever used your bum for sex

Ain't no ease, thumbs the rest

I'm the best rapper that be slingin his nuts

Plus I turn a bitch that's never been touched,

into a porno slut

[Charlie Bawles]

I'm lookin for sluts

Eighteen and up from B to D cups

Fuck me Chuck til I bust and clean it up

She seen enough smut to make sound decisions

To lift up the butt or stay down in submission

I pound with presicion. Every dames a D. P

My team'll kill beavers til they endagered species

Spankin fee fees. Til the chick's shits achin

Clit skin's chafin. Miss to tris nathan

Bitch quit fakin.

We know how your story goes.

Naughty hoes, double stuffed like Oreos

Corny bros try to bite my moves,

There'll be none of that

I got patents on the Cambridge Crab

And the Thunderclap

Run laps around the cat. Master of dick and dash

Swift macks spittin gash. Shaft in your chickens ass

Hit the back last on your hooters and grill

I could chill or score fast in the two minute drill

Charlie been done, provin his skills

Using the dills.

Hula hoop a groupie for a brew and two bills

My maneuvers are ill.

Broads kill for the throbbin dick

Not mysogenist. Before I fuck, I massage a bitch

Got a lot of flicks. How to, for all you novices

You wannabe Skitz,

Can cop a Charlie Bawles starter kit

Let the hottest chicks turn actress for practice

I mash half stiff, Ron Jeremy of this rap shit

Match wits with the finest

Nevermind the rest baby time to sex

So grind til your behind is wet

I'm the best rapper that be swingin his nuts

And plus I turn a bitch that's never been touched, into a porno slut