Don't let Big Ev around your girlfriends. He WILL copulate with them.
RIP Big L.
lyrics
I got more bitches than puppy mills and I don’t even keep em’ high
They see me smile and think, “Damn, what a nice guy”
They text me late, drunk, cryin’ ‘bout they boyfriend
I know he never takes you out boo, I understand
He never licks you downstairs and that’s a crying shame
He’s to blame, like Bon Jovi givin’ love a bad name
But I’m like Alice In Chains, cuz I’ll get Down In A Hole
I like to grease up the gears before I slide in my pole
So next time your man’s out with his weak ass clique, hit me up
And you can suck on a real man’s dick
It’s Big Ev bitch you know me – all your girlfriends call me OB/GYN O.G.
I’ll never buy you flowers or tell you that I’m in love
But I’ll rip you out ya clothes and fill you up with no glove
I tell you you’re special; you think that I mean unique
But I mean the kind of special reserved for kids with Velcro shoes on their feet
You can feel the boom-bap when my balls slap ya butthole
Now we’re burning shit down just like Great White pyro-techno
Technically you’ve never been fucked before
Because your boyfriend’s got less dick than a lesbian porn
And now I got ya pussy hurtin’ from squirtin’ ovum from your piss curtains
I’m rocking a vibrating cock ring and a solid gold merkin
And yes to me you’re a bog of eternal stench – you wench
Soon to be stained with my white funk like a fucking Boston common park bench.
So forget the swinging 70’s--it’s 2013, and no I don’t need an ID
Who gives a fuck if you’re eighteen?
And just because I mainly bang top-ranked eagles
Doesn’t mean you won’t get it if you resemble a beagle.
No doubt homie, you should hide your sister, hide your wife
Because you might pay the bills but I’m the love of their life
So if you’re into some girl don’t bring her out to a show
Because I’ll spit on the mic and then I’ll spit on her holes.
Even if she got a mouth like a New England longshoreman
I’ll leave her thighs more dented than the god Lamont Coleman
Big ass, big lips and fat titties
I know she’s your girl but I fucked her what a pity. (x2)
It’s Big Ev bitch you know me – all your girlfriends call me OB/GYN O.G.
I’ll never buy you flowers or tell you that I’m in love
But I’ll rip you out ya clothes and fill you up with no glove
I tell you you’re special; you think that I mean unique
But I mean the kind of special reserved for kids with Velcro shoes on their feet
If you like any kind of death metal, you owe it to yourself to check out this crushing old-school riff-fest of an EP. 4 tracks of drum-tight, bowel-shaking neck-wrecking with a powerful message. poisonremedy