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LoveMaster
Love is a perfect murder
On a one lane suicide
Bitch stretched out in her skin thight thong
She ain't ever gonn'a make it back
Cuz look who's happened to come along
He's the love master of rhythm, ryhme and song
He's just doing his thing
Hunting love
Right where he belongs
She was lookin so fine
From the other side of the road
So he pulled it over
Oh! The way she straddled his pride
If you could only see
He could feed more than her mind
Full throttle ain't fast enough
As that girl was screaming loud
She ain't no whore with a mental disorder
She's just gone crazy
For a man been born well endowed
He's the love master of rhythm, ryhme and song
He's just doing his thing
Out cruising town
Right where he belongs
And if she wasn't so sweet
He'd swear her sugar taste like salt
So who's the freaking psychopath
Moaning don't stop don't stop
Don't blame me baby
I think that was your fault
Mamma raised her boy
With a mind to love a heart
5-10" 190 pounds with a 9 inch glock
Walking soft in heavens cloud
A mysterious strange comes smooth as silk
And Einstein smart
He isn't what you'd call a freak
He ain't no circus show
Yes, he does magic tricks
With his hands pure as gold
Turning their fantasies into something
They can actually touch and hold
He's the love master of rhythm, ryhme and song
He's just doing his thing
Loving with his heart
Right where he belongs
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