On* (intro) Songtext
von mc chris
On* (intro) Songtext
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
No shit
I pushed the On star button a long time ago
Don′t you see how late it reacted?
She only come when, she come when she wanna
I think her junk is dead, hope she's an organ donor
I think I got the basis to find my way to home base
But I′m thinking of a way if I don't see your O-face
I want your teeth clenched, face pressed in the pillows
I want your toes to curl like decomposing armadillos
But I hear you yawning while I'm all in your stuff,
I want to solve the case of the mysterious muff.
So let the curtains billow, snap the panty elastic
Get down to it before we kick it monastic
your body′s fantastic, I like every part
As for the parts I can′t find, I don't know where to start
There′s anxiety inside of me with every performance
So shoot me up a flare and let me know your coordinates!
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
No shit
I think were on the brink of Armageddon
it's like Freddy shreddin′ when were sweatin' cause we broke the bed in
spelunking in your trunk when i made the descent
I can never get you crunk, AKA your not wet
You may not believe this "I′m no sexual genius"
I want you screamin' "Jesus," while i'm on your mons venus
understand your hood and glands like the back of my hands
am i in the ballpark or in the back of the stands
Give me a sign, but don′t give me the tap
been around the block and seen the charts and the graphs
and what i gather from your laughter, it′s embedded in flesh
i stir the mac n' cheese while i wheeze upon her chest
It′s time the surgeons takes my word and helps me fix my flat
You got a lot?
I was so alone, and kinda' lost. I′m nowhere to be found
It was all for not, upon the spot, until you came around.
[Skit]
Onstar: This is Hally, whats your damage?
MC: OH THANK GOD! Oh thank god! my car just hit a deer and did a triple flip into some pine trees, and then rolled down the hill like forty times. I'm upside-down in a river bed and I′m being attacked by a bear and I'm drowning at the same time! BACK! BACK! OW! OW! IT GOT MY LEG! IT PEELED MY LEG OFF!
OnStar: Just sit tight and we'll send someone right out.
[/Skit]
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
No shit
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
No shit
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
No shit
I pushed the On star button a long time ago
Don′t you see how late it reacted?
She only come when, she come when she wanna
I think her junk is dead, hope she's an organ donor
I think I got the basis to find my way to home base
But I′m thinking of a way if I don't see your O-face
I want your teeth clenched, face pressed in the pillows
I want your toes to curl like decomposing armadillos
But I hear you yawning while I'm all in your stuff,
I want to solve the case of the mysterious muff.
So let the curtains billow, snap the panty elastic
Get down to it before we kick it monastic
your body′s fantastic, I like every part
As for the parts I can′t find, I don't know where to start
There′s anxiety inside of me with every performance
So shoot me up a flare and let me know your coordinates!
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
No shit
I think were on the brink of Armageddon
it's like Freddy shreddin′ when were sweatin' cause we broke the bed in
spelunking in your trunk when i made the descent
I can never get you crunk, AKA your not wet
You may not believe this "I′m no sexual genius"
I want you screamin' "Jesus," while i'm on your mons venus
understand your hood and glands like the back of my hands
am i in the ballpark or in the back of the stands
Give me a sign, but don′t give me the tap
been around the block and seen the charts and the graphs
and what i gather from your laughter, it′s embedded in flesh
i stir the mac n' cheese while i wheeze upon her chest
It′s time the surgeons takes my word and helps me fix my flat
You got a lot?
I was so alone, and kinda' lost. I′m nowhere to be found
It was all for not, upon the spot, until you came around.
[Skit]
Onstar: This is Hally, whats your damage?
MC: OH THANK GOD! Oh thank god! my car just hit a deer and did a triple flip into some pine trees, and then rolled down the hill like forty times. I'm upside-down in a river bed and I′m being attacked by a bear and I'm drowning at the same time! BACK! BACK! OW! OW! IT GOT MY LEG! IT PEELED MY LEG OFF!
OnStar: Just sit tight and we'll send someone right out.
[/Skit]
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
No shit
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
On star to find the clit, I need Onstar to find the clit
No shit
Writer(s): Christopher Ward, Andrew Futral Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
