Werewolf

It’s called taste, get a whiff of it,

After shave on my face, after bic-in’ it,

She lickin’ it, ’til theres no trace that the dick was in,

Thick and thin, then show up at your place then I slid it in,

You felt love coming out me,

So don’t doubt me, when you’re without me,

Cause had a lot of girls, but only one women,

So don’t get red when I check under the hood and,

She understood that I’m wolf and I gotta prowl,

Gotta go out when the moon full, and rock it out,

I gotta howl,

But I don’t do it loud,

I don’t bring it to the house,

Like a cat did the mouse,

Cause I ain’t a pussy, I’m a werewolf

Inherent from my grandaddy, an heirloom

Sometimes it skips a generation,

That’s why my dad can’t kick the conversation