You must have thought I was jokin when I told you I run marathons in this bed
you thought you can handle my full pace, I was just givin you the tip of the head
You thought you was handlin this dick
But It's full of more pride than a spirit stick

and I had you repeatin my name more times than a parotts lips
cuz i was hittin that g-spot hard but gentle with every dip
I was beatin that shit up betta than Ali was Joe Frasiers hips
Steady stokes was feelin good had me thinkin yo pussy had Angelina Jolie's lips

and we were makin a movie with more action than one of Tom Cuise's clips
and you betta believe my strokes got more power than one of Bruce Lee's Kicks
cuz my sex gets more thumbs up than one of Siskell's and Eiberts' flicks
now I got you screamin like you was watchin a scary flick
cuz this rod's so big you'd think it's a black stallions dick
and you speakin wit you tounge like you was an italian chick
cuz i was goin so deep you woulda sworn it was a magic trick