| Jockstrap. | |
| You rap. G-string. | |
| I sing. Jockstrap. | |
| You rap. G-string. | |
| I sing. Step right up, place your bet | |
| Steeplechase, notice me | |
| I need skin for dancin' in | |
| You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch | |
| High in the saddle | |
| Make my backbone itch | |
| And my tongue will train ya | |
| Like a lash from a whip | |
| I'm here, take a bow | |
| And my tongue will feed ya | |
| Like a lash from a whip | |
| And i'll give you cuts | |
| I won't need you to spit | |
| And if you can't touch my cradle | |
| How do you win? | |
| Because baby, no one's shamed particularly | |
| I dont beat you | |
| But you can stop spreading horse shit ' | |
| Cause I'm here to take your fall | |
| I need skin for dancin' in | |
| I know, stop me | |
| Send in the show | |
| I came sharp, clean, smoking | |
| I need you to | |
| Watch me, watch them, watch the future ' | |
| Cause I won't hold your pan for you | |
| I pull (teeth?), pull with your might | |
| I'm back, push that geezer for me | |
| Can't you | |
| Can't you level with him? | |
| Catch me Behind the scene | |
| Hello, you're nice | |
| Better delays | |
| To laugh the days | |
| Know what? | |
| You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch | |
| High in the saddle | |
| I've got the hard-on itch | |
| And I'll buck you off my trailor hitch | |
| And I'll break your fall | |
| Jockstrap. | |
| You rap. G-string. | |
| I sing. You're riding on the tail of a son of a bitch | |
| High in the saddle | |
| Make my backbone itch | |
| And I'll buck you off my trailor hitch | |
| And I'm here to break your fall |