It’s called taste, get a whiff of it,
after shave on my face, after bic-in’ it,
she lickin’ it, ’til theres no trace that the dick was in,
thick and thin, then show up at your place then i slid it in,
you felt love coming out me,
so don’t doubt me, when you’re without me,
cause had a lot of girls, but only one women,
so don’t get red when I check under the hood and,
she understood that I’m wolf and I gotta prowl,
gotta go out when the moon full, and rock it out,
I gotta howl,
but I don’t do it loud,
I don’t bring it to the house,
like a cat did the mouse,
cause I ain’t a pussy, I’m a werewolf
Inherent from my grandaddy, an heirloom
sometimes it skips a generation,
That’s why my dad can’t kick the conversation