Baker Ya Maker
Fantasy
Well Its that pimp playa, the soul taker oozing flavor with this passion in my soul
I let them know that I am baker
It’s the fork tonged devil lookin for a lusty bitch
I’ll leave a seed up in her throat and sprout that girl into my witch
Perverted thoughts since my youth
Day dreamin of a goddess
Who just walks right in The room and sucks my dick till I’m unconscious
Puts that muff upon my face and nibble on forbidden fruit
Taste the pleasures of their taboos
I have found the dirty truth
Carnel tactics, can’t you feel the madness
Burning deep inside
Porno bunker in the dark flickering by candlelight
2 blunts in rotation in my vision I see shapes
Taken form a succubus who starts to strip and touch my face
Whispering that blissful grace telling me come get a taste
Baby just give me a second and this devil will embrace
Open arms warm touch through my fingers lightening rush
In her eyes I see the fire of a goddess filled lust
Run rabbit come to me
To the meadows we will flee
Where the sex the bump an drugs a never ending fantasy
So depraved we skip the sleep
Just get high and fuck for hours
From this trip we never leave
Stuck in time we’re both devoured