Fuck Massage a Knee Lyrics

We try to celebrate em as more than just simple objects

But during the ceremony they become the trophies in the process

Try to convince me they're humans understand I'm hard to fool

Cause everyday we turn em into cats and garden tools

Soul rappers wanna worship her Nefertiti

Put the pussy on a pedestal then bow like it's a deity

If we got respect then why do we call her a bitch

And only show love in lyrics how she let us put it in

Every now then I hear a rhyme

That's like a salad bacon bits a cup a dressing plus a couple leaves of iceberg

Lines are filled with imma hit it get it got no feelings for these hoes

But in the middle say a couple nice words

Oppression comes in many forms in modern day it's conversation

Crack a joke and act as though we don't believe in that at all

This verbalization confirms the current traces of background sexism through a mental penetration

Mind fuck right? Now when I see brushed off subtleties suddenly

I prefer to be the one uptight but this is Harkening back to when we started walking upright

They say that gender is just a construction

Of roles and relations these rules play the function

And stem from the fact that men hunted and women gathered

But today their platter is half of their male counterparts

Their bodies turn to steak when they're alone out at dark

Let him out early on a shortened punishment

But demonize the victim for the clothes she wore

Fit in the image of feminine and innocent

Or fit a ditch in this engendered war no exceptions

If you got a dick

It better be big

You better be bigger

You bet that I'm not?

Well I got the ladies

They're all on my cock

You better be dominant confident top of the list

And you better be ready to back it up with a fist

Better slam the most shots

Take the most hits

Better have the balls to fuckin prove it

Better not cry like a little fucking… well you get it

Why we so possessive?

Why we gotta pursue em so aggressively why we always stressing?

Why we gotta see ya boy looking over there

He's just looking he don't care but still give him hella pressure?

Getting laid is the pay in a day

Where a check is expected to measure your wealth up against other men

And the Pleasure isn't sex it's the power that we feel after proving better than all of them

If we fail then we like why can't I be like them?

Who is they? who actually got power? The president?

The answer is nobody, it's sought after, achieved

Then lost after defeat of status singularity

Cause the gold trophy's #1 and #1 is not for sharing

It's pity that we carry such a petty burden hurting you and I

To Feed this ego to become a perfect person look inside to find your control like placebo