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

Throw those hooves right over my shoulders
Cause I seen the way you look at me, doefriend, when you smoulder
Come here, queer deer, and shake that thing around
Cause you get me so high that I gotta go down
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