I got that comeback dick like prodigal sons
You wanna run away hun, but you stunned
You cum that’s why you can’t go
And I control your pussy like a yo-yo
My dick is like a boomerang, it makes your pussy sang
And from what you say, you got the same thang
I could think of worse things to be addicted to
So what if I’m afflicted wit that pussy connected to you
I’ve selected to be addicted to your pussy after all
Better addicted to that than drugs or alcohol
And I don’t need no 12 step programs
I just need a cd wit your best kept slow jams
And role the hoe cam for documentation
I hear you control the pussy on most men’s station
Through flirtation, gyration and lyrical stimulation
But Casanova happens to be my occupation
You got coochie control; I got comeback dick
So I don’t see any losers up in this bitch
Shit, I wanna be hypnotized wit what’s between your thighs
I wanna go down below until you’re tongue-tied
Or my brain done fried like a zombie
Aint no shame in me cryin out mommy
I aint no dummy if you got control and a deep throat
I aint got no problems givin’ up controls to the remote
Lee’s quote is, “If it aint broke, ride it”
If you’re control worthy I’ll glide up inside it
You can have control; just keep it on the Playboy channel
And you can blow on this dick like a candle
Then watch me stick it in your pussy like a vandal
Ofcourse I’m too hot to handle, but that’s your gamble
I’m leavin’ this damsel in distress in shambles
Okay controlled pussy, your turn to ramble…