Art of Seduction

You see I'm a Mink not a vanilla chinchilla
In bed I poppa da pill and 'rippa da pussy' like a killer
That's right, nasty sex is my M.O
If it doesn't turn your stomach then I'm like 'hell no!'
If you ain't embarrassed later chat to friends in passing
And the stench of piss surrounds you leaving everybody gagging
After sex with the Mink you be like "yo! I feel sick"
Can't cum unless I'm angrily hitting something with a stick
Don't care for conversation, i just want your grill on my dick
Nibble my tip I watch you dribble whilst I'm rapping some ignunt shit
Got cages blades hoods with no breathing hole or zipper
Safe word? Nah, don't make a habit of fucking quitters
Afterwards I wanna chill, you gonna be late so call the sitter
If the babysitters got a baby sister, I'll get with her
For the love of man, please stop shrieking and weeping
Know the old-fashioned saying 'if it's a beating it ain't cheating'
So, your man can stop bleating, getting injured's in the plan
I taped you screaming so the dude can "hear dis!" like Ninjaman
When you think of me as vile and disturbing it's so frustrating
A&E on speed dial. That's Lovemaking...

That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking

Times change - years ago it was all candlelit dinner
Waiting six weeks before you get to put a finger in her
Romantic, stopping at the garage for flowers
Then listen to her dribble on for hours
Nowadays we cut to the chase, have drugs to get high
Snort, smoke, swallow something or just toss it in ya eye
Pour some Jack out, not raping, I'm roping a broad
Shibari style, should get a round of applause
Then the lucky little lady watch me acting fucking crazy
Grab anything with a blade and improvise like Count Basie
Yelling, hollering stabbing motherfuckers who ain't there
In my minds eye it's New Years Eve in Times Square
Just with more frightened faces, more blood and more insanity
More hammers, rope, blowtorches, filth and sick depravity
Good ingredients to make the party go boom
Just replace pretty balloons with psychosis and tombs
It's not all that different used to kiss in Lovers Lane
Now it's cocaine and yellow rain on ladies wrapped in cellophane
In the 80s used to slow dance, 90s shake synthetic implants to Trance
Nowadays we fuck each other up and call an ambulance

That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking

If you horny when you meet me, you're in luck me duck
Don't act awe struck, you're not a fan you're down to fuck
If you don't appear nuts, I'll introduce you to my crew
You can let 'em cop a feel while Lionel makes you a brew
They will run through the process, need a signed disclaimer
Explain you need the papers I'm a busy entertainer
Don't intend to maim ya, and it doesn't happen often
But I need protection, just in case you end up in a coffin
Huh! Then my agent can just book you in
I'll be in a Slayer t-shirt just like Rick Rubin
Want candy for your nose? I hope you brought your own baggie
I can put some up ya fanny, on the meter like a cabby
I'm a Taffy, between the sheets go to war like an Iraqi
Natty when I'm sinning, kinda like Cincinnati
Pull out old school tools like in Azerbaijan
Set about your grill like I'm in 'Marathon Man'
After sex you won't be needing cuddles, you'll be needing stitches
Twitching on the floor, you could be swimming with the fishes
She lives! praise the lord, it's a good job done well
Nothing fucks up a party like when the meat starts to smell

(Thats right) Meat starts to smell
The meat starts to smell
Ooooh yeah baby That's my kind of Lovemaking

That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking
That's Lovemaking