Devils In the Soup

Shit, you been talkin' might have once been true

But I don't think this time your mother fucking punk will do

Ladies and gentlemen here he is

The man that can party

And this pussy belongs to me

Let's hear it for Mr....

Now I know it's like that fearin'

But you still wanna hear this unholy spirit

Still gettin' done by none

Pulled up a dress and fucked a nun

The walls sweat blood from thinkin' bout sex

As your clit gets wet

Your hot like fire, you desire

More than pleasure, much more higher

Your nipples on your chest start to bleed

The soup is gettin' hot, time to feed

Your heaven is burnin'

As your masturbatin', but still you're yearnin'

The fire is gettin' very hot

As you stick your finger in the soup inside the pot

You begin to stir it

Lick your finger to taste it, but it's not done yet

I smell white virgin

Operatin' on yourself like a medical surgeon

Something you love to do

Who would thought it was you

The devil's in the soup

The devil's in the soup

Break out the mix and spoon, and stir it up with all you got

The soup is gettin' hotter and hotter, runnin' all down the side of the pot

Juice is on the covers

I think I smell a lil' tumor inside that soup

So what you puttin' in it?

The basic four fingered food groups

All alone, cuz you feed for a minute, and meat and bones

So the devil's in your soup

Your panties all wet from spillin' that soup

Home made, never stored in cans

Always made with hands

I think your startin' to stick to the pot

That means, soup's too hot

It's so hot, it burns

So stick a spoon in it, and give a couple turns

And I thought you was a good girl

Never let nobody inside your world

So the devil's in the soup

How'd you let the devil get inside your soup?

Been thinkin' about sex

Next thing you'll know, you'll be wearin' a cotex

When the walls come down

And the soup's in the cupboard there too be found

You've commited sin

But when the devil's in the soup, it'll happen again

Masturbatin, demonstratin', good love

Knowin' damn well, that ain't what you thinkin' of

You're thinkin' about cumin'

For the first time, your out ya mind

You don't know what you doing

But it feels so good, you think you're screwin'

You feel something tingle

As you giggle, and start to wiggle, but still single

Playin' that Esham tape

So much love, and so much hate

Your emotions run wild

Feelin' more like a woman, and less like a child

Get ready for the fountain

Cuz you'll be cumin around the mountain

Any minute with the soup

Cuz the devil's still tastin', as she's wastin'

Soup in her clothes, but she's the only one that knows

About that dish

Squaggy juice, which smells like fish

And she loves to fix it

Her favorite part is when she mix it

Virgins want to have fun to

But when they do

The devil's in the soup

Oww!

Oww!

Oww!

Oww!

The devil's in the soup!

The devil's in the sooooup!

The devil's in the soup!