Big Biscotti Bucks Futret (Ft. Renard)

"This is real shit..."
"It's good shit, right?"
"It's bad shit!"

I'm dunkin' my biscotti in my coffee
Cause you know I am a hottie
And it feels so naughty
When you touch my mocha body

Do me a favour and savour
The flavour of my lips
Cause that taste won't go to waste
When it's creepin on your hips

Never stop; bustin' rhymes any time
Got this cervine behind my ass is too fine, don’t get left behind
When I’m hittin' on your guy, on your stag in the sack
I’ll pick up the slack until his chest touches my back

Then we’re ruttin' and buckin' and futtin' and fuckin' and every night we’re shut in
Just like any other guy that I could get myself up in
You’re nothin' cos around here you could ask any stag
And they'll give you 50 reasons why I got my swag

Blue handkerchief in the back of my pants, sir
You’re lookin' like you go for the boys with the antlers
I’m in the headlights, shakin' booty left and right
You’re in luck, buck-fucker, cause I’m here all night