Artist: Master Fuol Album: Brownsville Kid Song: Epidome Raw Animal Magnetism Typed by: Davida.b. [Chorus X2: Master Fuol] I am the epidome, that raw animal Magnestism's in me, Fuol is the [Master Fuol] What I gotta do to make a point? Do I gotta make a hit? Like ??? that shake the joint, do I gotta call one Do I gotta come and bleed the track? I'm about to act, Fuol Wild out, I got my back (I gotchu Fuol, I got your back) I'm a freak by nature, I came to ball I came to get wild, get the party pumped Get crunk, get drunk, Fuol stay high Better catch ??? when Fuol stage dive Studio track, we bang it out All day, draw dang-a-lang hangin out I'm in the mall where the bitches be hangin out Girl, what your tongue ring about? I got stamina for days and I'm wicked in the bed I ain't 'fraid to eat the cat if you give a nigga head Don't mess with my kids, don't mess with my bread Don't worr' bout my biz, don't worry bout my checks Just worr bout you, don't worr bout Fuol Don't worr bout drugs, don't worr bout food Everybody cool, yeah, we all in the mood Everybody X'd out, we all get nude [Chorus] [Master Fuol] I must be dreamin, can't move my legs Can't move my arms, can't move my head Somebody in the house sayin 'you goin to hell' Can't move my mouth, but I'm yelling for help You damn fool, there's nothing you can do The phone is ringing, but I just can't move God, I heard Satan call me With girls with their pussy on fire wating for me! Ecstasy, kickin it, feelin horny Next to me, one big freakin orgy Everybody freakin off, I got the weekend off Two chicks eatin pussy while I'm beating off Blackula, reflection gone in the mirror Sexin her with the Long John Silver Shake the bon bon, it was on on till the morn Poof, she was gone, damn, how she disappear? There's semen on my leg, so I know she was here Try to sit up, I hear the voice in my ear Laay down, laay down, Fuol you my slaave now Looked up, it's a hairy ape chick I had the chex mix, make sure the condom ain't ripped I'm wasted in the basement I'm a dominatrix, I gotta make a pick My soul on a bottomless pit [Chorus X2] [Master Fuol] Fuol just want to party all the time Smoke, fuck, drink, drink, pull my song! Jump in the seat, drink Bacardi and lime Sober, she's ugly, drunk, she's fine Whipped out the stick and put it in her palm V12, just spilled, put in overtime Lookin, cuz I'm lookin, cuz I'm lookin over mine I beez on the block, and Brooklyn on the grind Got dough, spit flows, Fuol strip shows Get flow, get a club, then fools get choked Get dough, spit flows, Fuol strip shows When I go to astrip clubs, Fuol got yours Jack the part, don't play the part Cuz the party wilds out toll today and tomorrow Chick ate down, gotta wait in the car I'm lookin for a freak, bitch, I'll be at the bar [Chorus X2]