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
