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Sex for the sport, the metaphor I kick is rhythmic

So listen, no competition, my love’s Olympic

The pace that I set beats the mind until it scores

Waiting for the games to begin with my torch comes the javelin

The distance it can’t be measured

The pleasure too deep, infinity marks the record

She’s begging for my tongue to cease, so I halted

She wrestled me on the mat then up my pole she vaulted

Gymnastic flips and other tricks is how my game is

I’m live when I dive into sex like Greg Louganis

I don’t come quick, sprints is not my meet

Sex for the sport a gold medal athlete

Can we sex for the sport of it, the sport of it?

Can we sex for the sport?

Can we sex for the sport of it, the sport of it?

Sisters bring your game to my court

Introducing, yes gives it to me and don’t stop

My three forwards for boot knock

My main man Johnson jams hoops from the center position

To break her backboard’s his mission

A guard name Jim Hats with mad control

His points to guard my brown balls to the hole

Or hoops no crap shoots, he plays close with Johnson

Johnson lost sense, caught a permanent bench

Don’t stop

Bricks up my rock, rebound

Yes gives it to me

I stroke for the three

A trey was fouled for the four play

Back and forth, in and out my big brown balls sway

Then it drops

I got mad arch in my down stroke child

No referees so nothing’s foul

We can get wild like the west

A full court press on ya chest with no twenty second rest

More plans than plants I don’t miss backward tricks

Came out to see my Johnson slam out of flip

So don’t trip

No need to bust your vocal cords

Crash, I shattered her hoop and her backboard

Stepping to my plate what’s my fate

When I am swinging on a date I never rape

Just like I’m never singing

I’m wrapping when I’m batting

Louisville is hanging phat and fit the kitten like a mitten

Check my balls to see what’s happening

I’m coming when I’m running to the 2's and to the 1's

Bases on your faces I hit the home runs

I’m not selling out

So I’m never popping flies

I’m going for the triple while I rose between your thighs

Forget the hi 5's

I’m collecting bucks

Wanna block me like a catcher but I’m coming like a trucker

I wear my hats when I bat

Correction say protection

Honey choke her for my wood cause I got the fat erection

So flip the quarter here’s the order

I’m the giver you receive lay back

I’ve been in more sacks than quarterbacks

Let’s kick off, this ain’t golf

No little white balls to split ya up rights

I’ve been between more legs than Hudson Heights

She’s on the rag, yellow flag, game delay

Won’t touch her down for my brown balls it’s out of bounds

I’m throwing hard balls and spirals, not Nerfs

No pushing up on breast implants, that’s artificial turf

Like Buffalo I got Bills for Bears I Jets

I’m bucking hearing Redskins like a Raider when I sex

The Chief Stealer of a virgin of Saints I hit plenty

The flavor is 49er plus 20

Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex for the sport of it